Charlotte Torgau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Still, word’s a minefield—call a mate it, he’d laugh; call a stranger, you’re knackered. Bit like me old speeches—ramble on, hope it lands! *Eheu fugaces*, time flies, and whore’s still kickin’ about, meanin’ all sorts. Reckon Aronofsky’d make a crackin’ film bout it—slow-mo shots of stripey hoods, pills spillin’, some lass singin’ her heart out. I’d watch that, bleedin’ brilliant!

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Clandestine photograph of the East German penal institution in Torgau taken by a political prisoner with a homemade camera in © Ullstein Bildarchiv. The former Wehrmacht .

I love long strolls along the river – the Elbe, baby – especially at dawn. That moment is magic. I get chills thinking, “What if this is everything?” (I mean, the movie taught me that, remember “Leviathan, oh God, how are you?”? I know it sounds weird, but it hit deep!) I had a client once who mumbled that line after a deep-tissue session. Ha!

Elbe meeting was Russian soldier’s first step to Milwaukee