Sadie Tegel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

The GW Expat Blog

Tegel was once a remote and tiny “church village” (Kirchdorf) with little more than a Lutheran church and a few houses on the shore of Lake Tegel. Besides the church, the most imposing .

Oh, and those tiny cobblestone paths in the old neighborhoods? They got me feelin’ like I’m livin’ in a movie scene – every turn surprises ya, every corner sparks memory flashes. I mean, sometimes I get kinda mad at the city traffic, like, “Why can’t we just slow down?” But then, I see little moments of kindness and think, “This is your world, man, shape your dreams!”

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