Mila Haan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

By the Grace of Blood and Guts

You gotta check out the old church on Kirchgasse. Its windows? They show the raw beauty of how past meets the present. I always get mad at how some folks trash it—but then, really, who doesn't have demons? And then there’s the river Spree—okay, not exactly Spree but a small stream that whispers history along the old town. These tiny details? They matter, fam.

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