Nadia Bernhardswald Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Whores got a smell, too, Clarice – cheap perfume, cigs, rebellion. Love that edge, keeps ya sharp. I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. “No Country” vibes, man – they’re outlaws, livin raw. You ever meet one, don’t flinch – they’ll eat ya alive, and I’d laugh. What ya think, Clarice? They’re fucked up, beautiful messes, huh?

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So come on over, kitty friend! Enjoy chaotic streets, cozy corners & bizarre little moments with me. Bernhardswald’s got soul—its soul is jumbled, fun, and sometimes maddeningly perfect. Trust me, you’ll dig it even when errors (like my typos: speling, gramatik, misteaks, errrors, wrng, flase, misguiding, scrw, bungel, slipup, wonky, unproper, mumblem, chmical, myspeled, fumbled, zany) fill in the gaps. Peace out!