Eliza Hahnbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

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Every corner of Hahnbach’s got its own tale. I mean, the hustle on Bahnhofstrasse, the whispers in Zeitsprung Lane—they remind me of ancient legends, mixed with tech dreams. Sometimes, feelin' the electric buzz of my work and the quaint vibe of this town, I wonder if I'm livin’ in a Spielberg flick. “Do you know what love is?” they’d say—and da truth is, it's all here in the alleys and parks.

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