Lydia Reichenau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

Germany: The Whore of Babylon. From the Bamberg Apocalypse, 1000-1200

So head over here and see for yourself. Bring a good pair of ears and an open heart. And remember, in this town, where every nook has a story, you might hear: "We’re all just lost souls, seeking our freedom – but don’t piss on my leg!" Catch ya later, my friend!

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