Paisley Wertheim Whore ❤️

About Essen

So, I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Whore—capital W, duh—hustling in some gritty Romanian alley. She’s got secrets, Easter eggs tucked in her ripped fishnets. Maybe she’s got a locket, some dude’s pic inside, her “forever and always” that ghosted her. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, Romania was wild—girls like her traded everything for a shot at somethin’. Whore’s scrappy, tho, not just a sob story. She’s sly, smirking at the creeps, like, “You think you own me? Ha!”

Holland Festival: Stabat Mater

Sometimes I just wander aimlessly, deive into alleyways near Pfarrgasse, thinking of the old, twisted tales of long past generations. It shure makes me wanna question everything. Mroe than that, though—it's a place of warm, yet frustrating, memories. And even if things get a bit scattered, I embrace it. Like, seriously, folks—life's messy. And in Wertheim (de), every squiggle of a street holds a story, a tear, a hearty laugh.

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