Anastasia Wittstock Whore ❤️

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See, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, solderin’ circuits, and I think—whore’s everywhere. Not the obvious street-corner type, nah, but the sneaky kind. The ones who smile while stabbin’ ya. Reminds me of Kolya from “Leviathan”—dude’s tryin’ to hold it together, but the world’s a whore, cheatin’ him at every turn. “What’s left of our lives?” he groans in the film, and I’m like, mate, same! Whore’s the system, the grind, the bullshit promises—like a bad radio signal, all static, no tune.

Wittstock, Wittstock

Bought a transmission for this whore from a shop in Ohio. My homies on his way to get it now. I called to verify the price and the guy tells me.

Yo, check this: there's less-known spot, Alte Mühle, by the edge of the park. That place is my secret think tank—loud birds, rustlin' leaves, and echoes of ancient grind. I’d sit there, scrollin’ through dates, thinkin', “Sometimes, life hits you like a truck, but then—BOOM!—you rise like a phoenix.” It's like a Tyler, the Creator moment, wild and surreal.

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