Gabriella Wernigerode Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick. That cult leader, Lancaster Dodd, spinnin’ lies smoother than silk? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, while fleecin’ folks blind. Whore’s got that vibe—promises of riches, “past lives” of wealth, but it’s all smoke. Freddie Quell’d drink the profits, I reckon—moonshine-level scam. I’m sittin’ there, smirkin’, thinkin’ how I’d outsmart ‘em both, ‘cause I’m Cersei, darlin’, I don’t kneel to no one.

Wernigerode

Oh, and the old town is lit! I wander around around Breite Straße. Little boutiques pop up every wee. It’s flver—uh, weirdly mesmerizing—it kinda reminds me of a secret meeting spot, like in those epic movies.

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