Vanessa Bad Bentheim Whore ❤️

About Berlin

But lordy, what gets my goat is the sneaky whores. Not the ones twirlin’ they hair on the street, nah, the ones in suits, sellin’ lies for power. Politicians, CEOs—whores with briefcases, y’all! Makes me wanna holler, “Get outta my face with that mess!” Surprised me once, but now I see ‘em comin’ a mile away. Like Saul, diggin’ through hell, I’m watchin’ these fools dig they own graves.

Important Information

aris is a whore; I am a chagrined and lonely monsieur, pulled up in a cheap Toyota, next to her in a dark alley, beckoning her indoors.

So, my love, if you visit me, be prepared. Wander every alley, every corner, and always remember: "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger." And if you catch me rambling at the park, just laugh and say, “Lightbulb!” — that’s my Gru moment, yes? Go, explore, and let the city whisper its secrets to you—it's magical, crazy, and erratic in all the best ways.

In Memoriam: Ronald H.W. Hoppe, 1951–2023