Nadia Spelle Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

But – ugh – the judgy types? They piss me off. Throwin’ *whore* like a grenade. Makes my blood boil – wanna smack ‘em. ‘Cause it’s lazy – real lazy. Polley’d say, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Damn right! So who’s the *whore*? You? Me? Ha! Maybe we’re all whores – sellin’ somethin’. Time, soul – whatever. Deep thought – huh? Hits ya sideways.

About the Author:

I believe whore spell me for the W. Right. W and his sister's a W and his grandma's a two bit W who makes double because she got no teeth. You.

Honestly, I get sometimes all emotional and extra ‘cause I see all sorts of untold stories floatin’ 'round this city. I spill tea with local moms at tiny cafes on Gassenstrasse, listenin’ to heartache and triumph, all while sippin’ a mean espresso (caffè, ya know?) even if sometimes it's bittersweet. It smacks me how each corner got a pulse, like the beating heart of real lives, not neatly packaged but raw as hell.

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