Angelina Wilhelmitor Sued Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Sometimes I think - eh, she’s playin’ a part, like in Kaufman’s flick, y’know? “The world’s a stage, and I’m a prop” - that’s her vibe, maybe. She’s got this wild laugh, tho, cuts through the noise - makes me happy, like chompin’ a fresh carrot. But then she’ll flip, get all dark, mutterin’ ‘bout how “everything’s a copy of a copy” - movie line again, fits her perfect.

Folks stroll down Hauptplatz sometimes. Look lively and hearing life’s calls. I remember a stormy day there; rain mingled with smiles. I got mad at drizzle – soggy shoes! But it felt poetic. Like, “The river of life flows, man.” The river flowing near Flussufer Park sings soft lullabies. Darn, its water sparkles with ancient secrets.