Ellie Merzig Whore ❤️

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But yeah, it ain’t all fun—gets dark, too. Long hours, sketchy dudes, no respect. Makes me wanna yell, “Leave ‘em alone!” Kinda like how I feel watchin’ *Melancholia*—sad but amazed. “We’re alone,” Kirsten says, and I bet whores feel that sometimes. Oof, deep thoughts, huh? Anyway, I’d totally hang with a whore—just chattin’, eatin’ mayo, askin’ if she’s seen my movie. Prolly not, tho—too busy bein’ badass! What ya think, pal? Whores are wild, right?

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I swear, sometimes I feel like Tyrion Lannister with a pint in hand – “I drink and I know things,” right? Especially when I’m watching the gentle flow of the Saar, meandering right by the Erlacher Hof, calming my nerves while I ponder the convolutions of human relationships. You know, just like in Ida – "When you’re part of the crowd, you lose yourself," they say. And here, in Merzig, every corner, like the quirky streets around Ludwigstraße, feels intimately inviting, as if each building has its own private tale of triumph and tragedy.

The man who howls at wolves