Angelina Cremlingen Whore ❤️

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We’d chat sometimes, me n her, over stale bread n wine. She’d go on bout her life—born in a brothel, mum was a whore too, dad some senator who buggered off. Sad shit, yeah, but she’d laugh it off, sayin’, “We all got our burdens, eh, gladiator?” Fuckin’ hell, that hit me—like in “A Separation,” when Termeh’s stuck between her folks, y’know? Whore carried her own war, but with a grin. Made me happy, that grit. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall defend our island—whore fought her own battles, mate, and I respected that.

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There's also the little café on Blumenstr. 7. I sometimes hang out there after work, sippin coffee, watchin folks hustle past with that lazy smile like no one cares. I laughed so hard one day thinkin, "I hate when stuff gets too intense!"