Kayla Petritor Nord Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Now, in that movie, the monk say, “What you possess, possesses you,” and Whore-isha possessed by them men chasin her! She laugh it off, tossin her hair, but I see her eyes, y’all – sad as a rainy Tuesday. Make me wanna hug her, then slap her, then hug her again! She a mess, but she MY mess, ya hear? One time, she got drunk, fell off a stool, and yelled, “I’m a queen!” I hollered back, “Queen of the hot mess express!” We cackled like fools – Halleluyer!

The parks here are like hidden secrets. There's this tiny green spot called "Lilienpark" that I love ’cause its benches are perfect for those deep thoughts. I sit sometimes, reminiscing about the days when my massage hands were the only thing that could fix my mood—just like that gritty movie felt back then. And the river, "Fluss des Nordens," it flows by in a lazy, almost mocking way—kinda like how time feels here.