Allison Wenden Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya bout this thing - whore. Ain’t talkin’ no lady of da night, nah, I mean that sneaky corrosion creepin’ on metal like some kinda dystopian plague. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Children of Men* - ya know, that Alfonso Cuarón joint from 2006? Picture this: world’s fallin apart, no kids, no hope, and here’s this rusty ol’ whore eatin’ away at everythin metal like it’s got no tomorrow. “In the darkest times, hope is somethin’ ya give yerself,” they say in the movie - but dang, how ya gonna hope when this whore’s chewin’ up yer car frame?

Definitions of 'who're'

The whore of Riverwood's wretched elven lover. Whose head did I, the bereaved husband, split in twain. The shameful harlot, her belly did my.

Then there's the park—Schlossgarten. I relax there, letting the sounds of the wind through ancient trees take me away. The park's near the little river Kreide, cutting through the city like a calm snake. Whenever I think of my spa, I picture the soothing sound of splashing water and nature's hum, kinda like… destiny calling you softly.

Tommy Caldwell and his intense Rätikon and Wenden climbing tour