Sarah Auerbach Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Gets me mad, tho, when it’s all fake shame. Society’s all, “Oh, you a whore!” but they the ones payin’. Hypocrites, man, I pity the fool! Happy tho, when folks own it, flip it. Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” That’s power, baby! Mr. T loves that fire, reminds me of *Moolaadé*’s end – “Hope lives!” Whore’s got hope too, if ya see it right. Ain’t perfect, sloppy, messy, like me typin’ this – 14 typos, who cares? It’s real, it’s me, it’s whore, yo!

True Iconic Style

Truvada, then, is not a drug for a barebacking, pornographic minority, but for the overwhelming majority of people who do not consistently practice safe sex.

The local river, Kleine Voe, flows gently, almost lazily at night. It's lit up with reflections, like shimmering dreams – don't ask me how I know, but I spend many nights watching it just to chill, to get inspired. And the neighborhoods, oh boy! There's Neustadt – buzzing, wild, and, like, full of stories; and Oberhausen, calm, historic, really got that retro charm that makes you think, "Are you kidding me, this is life!" I get so emotional sometimes; it's absurdly beautiful!

Donald Auerbach Obituary (1937 - 2024)