Natalie Waldsassen Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m a vet, right, and I’m here to talk about—whore! Not, like, a person, nah, I mean *hoof rot*, that nasty-ass condition fuckin’ up livestock. Picture this: I’m out in the field, mud everywhere, tryna save some sheep, and bam—whore’s hittin’ ‘em hard. Stinks like hell, oozing sores, fuckin’ chaos! Kinda reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—you know, my fave flick—where shit just spirals, like, “I’m so strung out!” but it’s hooves, not junkies.

Mädchenrealschule

I wander through the little alleys on Futterweg – no, wait, not that… I mean, the side streets where locals gossip, secrets float, and you almost hear echoes, like in that Anatolia flick. I swear, every brick shouts, “Time’s a flat circle!”

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