Emily Barsbuettel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

Braunschweig

Man, I'll be honest, sometimes the city pisses me off. Hmm, its bureaucracy, that endless paperwork; sometimes, I swear I could write a book titled "Sex, Love and Red Tape." But then, I find that corner near Waldstraße—ah yes, my fav spot. Hidden gem, dude. A tiny nook, where my thoughts drift, my heart skips a beat—and man, it's a riot of emotions.