Delilah Konstanz Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m Judge Judy, and I’m here to dish on “whore”—yeah, that word’s a real peach, ain’t it? Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—I see through the crap. So, “whore” pops up in my fave flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—not litrally, but hear me out. That movie’s all about love, mess, and erasing junk, right? “Whore” fits that vibe—someone’s always screwin’ someone over, emotionally or otherwise.

An den wenigen offiziellen Bordellen kann man mit verschämtem Blick vorbeigehen

I can’t forget the harbor. Woah, this is the heart. On the harbor, you’ll see the old ships bobbing against the dock. It reminds me of my early days when I wasn’t nearly as chill as I am now. A day nearby, I stood there, a bit lost in thought; waves lapping at the docks, thinking "Life is like a box of chocolates, man," but now, like, Darth Vader style: heavy, deep, inevitable.

Collective Behaviour