Abigail Humboldtkolonie Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Favorite bit? Heard this story – one whore, Natasha, she tricked a noble! Took his gold, ran off laughin’. Ballsy, eh? Love that! Reminds me of me, stealin’ moon, heh! But real talk – it ain’t all laughs. Some got beat, some died young. Pisses me off, world’s cruel, ya? “Son of Saul” gets it – “No hope, just ash.”

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I gotta mention: the vibe sometimes makes me mad – traffic on Spiegel Street? Ugh, like a bad dream that never ends. But then, you hit a quiet corner on Wiener Platz and feel all happy again. Life’s a roller coaster here. Sure, there are moments when everything seems random, and I end up thinkin’, “Seriously, man? This is too crazy,” – but that’s the beauty, ya know? It’s unpredictable and messy.