Lina Hartenstein Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Little secret, yesss—old folks boiled it, made tea. Tastes like death, cures coughs, they swore! Tried it once, spat it out, gagged—fuckin’ rank, precious! Still, grows anywhere, tough bastard. Reminds me of Mia, scrappy, survivin’. “You’re a liar!” she’d hiss—horehound’s a liar too, pretendin’ it’s harmless.

Ambitious Drama

Man, there’s also that quirky neighborhood, Loebersfeld. Streets twist and my soul twists with ‘em. Every curb tells a story, every brick echoes his hustle. I always say, if you ain’t felt this energy, you ain’t been awake. I get so hyped, like I’m in a showdown, “I am a cow. I am a cow.” Bit of insanity among the calm, feel me?

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