Samantha Brieselang Whore ❤️

About Munich

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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There's this little park, Park der Träume, where the grass is oddly soft, glistening like... memory of a laugh. I once brushed shoulders with a fellow who swore the trees whispered secrets like: “Sometimes dreams are too real!” It's like the script from that film – "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" – remember when they talked about dreams and betrayal? Pure golden movie lines that always crack me up!

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