Ashley Bad Ems Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

Dr. Keith R. Hooker

My head, arms, legs were bleeding badly while the mud covered my EMT vest and my clothes smelled like sewage. The doctor spoke good English.

Oh, and lemme add, my daily stroll through the Altes Viertel (Old Quarter) is like an adventure where each alley tells a story—funny, sad, angry, or downright spectacular. Sometimes I get mad at the traffic noise on Bahnhofstrasse, sometimes I laugh at the little art installations scattered here and there. I swear, every street corner's like a mini-movie scene with its own intensity, much like that relentless energy Bigelow cranked out in "The Hurt Locker". "This ain't just any day's work!" echoes in my head every time things get wild.

Bad sleep amps up EMS worker anger