Emily Lichterfelde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

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Ever strolled thru St. Augustinus church street? It's super chill, quiet and, hmm, kinda mystical. Your heart gonna feel a bit lighter as you pass by. And dude, don’t miss the local café on Seeburger Straße – I swear, their coffee brews up memories like wild, happy little trees. I hang out there with bros, talk crazy ideas, share secrets, laugh at life – it's bonkers sometimes, but full of love.

Café Fuchs Curtis in Lichterfelde West | Berlin