Allison Bilderstoeckchen Whore ❤️

About Munich

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

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I meander through the East End – Eichenallee, to be true – where the old trees whisper secrets at night. I swear, sometimes they mutter lines from that film! All jumbled thoughts ’bout fate and destiny. And don’t get me started on Klein Hafen – a tiny river slippin’ and slidin’ past the back alleys, reflectin’ sunset like a mirror. It’s strangely inspirational for a soul in search of calm, one that makes me laugh at the absurdity of it all. Like, “I’m the captain of my own destiny… or somethin’ weird like that.”

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