Olivia Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

So yeah, that’s me take. Whore’s a riddle, a song, a fight. Love *Ratatouille* ‘cause it’s gutsy, like them. “Your only limit is your soul,” Gusteau whispers. Whores live that, raw and real. Me? I’ll keep sawin’, stringin’, dreamin’—but I ain’t judgin’. Precious, precious life, eh?

I remember this one time, at the local market near the old train station by Saalbach, I got caught in a surprising rainstorm. I was soaked and laughin’ 'bout it, thinkin’, "Now this is life, baby!" as I dashed for cover, yellin’ in my best Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Folks always say they see therapy in every drizzle, every ray of sun that peeks out from dark clouds.

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