Samantha Hadamar Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Horehound’s a bitch, mates—spiky, bitter, sticks everywhere. Farmers hate it, cows won’t touch it, ha! Makes me cackle—useless green shit takin’ over! Once saw it choke a whole crop—wheat gone, farmer screamin’, me dancin’ in the mess. “We’re not finished, are we?”—like Mia yellin’ at her mum. Love that flick, raw as horehound’s stink.

Book Review: Hadmar: The House of Shudders by Jason K Foster

Hadamar resumed his murder activities in under the so-called wild euthanasia. The people were then killed mainly by poison injections. In , a ward was opened for children from .

I got a love-hate, mixed bag with Hadamar, my friend. Sometimes it's all cute and glowy, then, poof, I'm mad at the noisy street vendors in Oberdorf, yelling in a flurry—hey, noisy always, man, never a quiet minute, my precious! I even scribble down my thoughts on old napkins from Café Kunterbunt near Rosenstrasse—so messy and raw, just like life, yeah yeah, crazy precious!

From Silence to Remembrance: Erika’s Story