Savannah Herbstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this slag all day—whore’s a proper piece o’ work, innit? Like, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, watchin’ *There Will Be Blood*, and I’m like, “This tart’s got Daniel Plainview vibes!” Y’know, that ruthless git who’d sell his nan for a quid? Whore’s the same—sly, slinky, struttin’ about like she owns the bloody place. “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s her, nickin’ yer wallet while smilin’ all sweet-like. Cacklin’ at that, I am!

New documents in the Jeffrey Epstein case detail how girls were recruited to his home

Yes, there are moments – like late nights wandering near the abandoned factory on Westendweg (warning: may cause nostalgia overload) – that hit me with a sudden insight about human connection. It’s like that line, "No one's ever truly free, only trapped by memories," from Son of Saul, echoing in the background. And I tell ya, it's those echoes that make Herbstein so darn special.

Herbert Stein, 1916-1999