Aaliyah Engen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Whore’s a word that’s messy, raw, real. Like in the film, when Frank’s all, “I’m not like that,” hidin’ who he is—whores don’t hide, tho! They’re out there, loud, proud, takin’ no crap. I dig that. Hmm… Maybe I’m jealous—me, stuck with laundry, them, livin’ free? Nah, I’d miss my Bart too much. Still, whore’s got stories—grubby, gritty, glorious ones. Makes me wanna watch “Far From Heaven” again, sobbin’ into my popcorn. Whaddya think, pal? Ain’t whores somethin’ else?

Final post tonight (not trying to post whore). Engine swap from ATC to ???

The back alley was filled with old crates and rusty bicycles. Die Gasse war voll mit alten Kisten und rostigen Fahrrädern.

Alright, gotta throw in some lesser-known facts: I once stumbled upon an urban legend about a ghost tour around the old cemetery by Kirchweg. Creepy? Yup! But it gets real in a cool kinda way, like a Beetlejuice cameo in real life. And the locals – so chill and blunt – they'll tell you outright: "You wanna see magic? This city is the prickly, raw, epic pulse of life's second chances."

Inside downtown Everett’s mushroom farm