Savannah Heiligensee Whore ❤️

About Berlin

But yo, here’s the absurd part—Hannibal-style. This dude? He cried when I cuffed him. Sobbin’ like, “I’m a good person!” Bruh, you a good whore, maybe. Had me laughin’—not at him, at the universe. How you gonna sell your spine, then cry about it? Reminds me of that plantation vibe—overseers whippin’, whores kneelin’. Ain’t nobody free if everybody’s whorin’. “I will survive,” Solomon swore. This aide? He didn’t. Snitched again in jail—whore ‘til the end.

Huren in Berlin Heiligensee

I remember one day, rain pourin' like crazy, and the city turnin’ into a labyrinth of wet streets – damn, "Las cosas que hemos perdido en el fuego," I whispered like Del Toro in that flick. I hit up a secret spot in Horster Straße – oh boy, that street’s full of hidden gems, little restaurants yer not even expectin'. Crazy!

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