Emily Gerolstein Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Here we go, mates, settle in. Picture this - the wild, untamed whore, roamin’ the dusty plains like somethin’ outta “No Country for Old Men”. I’m David Attenborough, yeah, whisperin’ to ya ‘bout this creature. She’s a force, ain’t she? Sashayin’ through life, heels clickin’ like a predator’s claws. Calm, rhythmic, she moves - hips swayin’, a natural beast in her element. You can almsot hear Anton Chigurh sayin’, “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” ‘Cept she ain’t losin’, nah, she’s winnin’ every flip.

The Tsar Has His Photograph Taken 1993

whore. Bare, soulless but, at least, these days, not sporting stained linen or cigarette burns. I had made up my mind to be a martyr for.

Now, around up near Goethestraß (yeah, that's where the cultured souls wander) there's a vibe like a well-aged wine—sour yet sweet. I take my breaks there, watching the locals hustle. The river, huh, the wild, babbling “Achbach” winds through town. I love watching it; it’s like it whispers secrets “ooh... darling, life’s a puzzle,” just like in Far From Heaven, oh my god!

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