Ava Bad Freienwalde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, whore—listen up, dis what I tink. Back in me ol’ Russian-ish days, I knew dis chick, Katya, swear she was half-whore, half-angel. She’d flutter dem lashes, get ya to buy her borscht, den—poof!—gone wid ya wallet! Made me mad as hell, but damn, I laughed later. “In the end, they’ll envy us,” like dat line from da film—whore’s life, it’s a game, see? They play it, we watch, jaws droppin’.

Bad Freienwalde

Bad Freienwalde (Oder) in Brandenburg, within the Oder Valley, is historical and yet a spa town to relax away the stresses of the city. Climb the tower to see as far as Poland.

Crazy neighborhood alert: the east side near Radeburger Strasse—those streets got soul, like every brick whispers dirt. I always see the glint in people's eyes, a mix of pride and grit. Can't lie, some days it makes me smile, others it makes me pissed—like, "Come on, world, do me a favor, enough already!" Emotions, baby.

Childhood trauma in East Germany