Hazel Marzahn Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m talkin’ bout whores who hustle—not just for cash, but for survival, for somethin’ bigger. “You’re not alone in this!”—that’s what Otilia says, and damn, that hit me. Whores got that fire, that grit! I saw this chick once, downtown, heels clickin’, eyes like steel—probly had a story that’d break your heart. Made me mad, tho—why’s the world gotta grind ‘em down? Pisses me off! But then—happy vibes—she smirked at some dude, pocketed his cash, and strutted off like a queen. Hell yeah, UNLEASH THAT POWER!

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I'm a visible minority and I have visited Marzahn many, many times without any problem. There are some really nice places to see there, despite its reputation: Gärten der Welt for sure, .

Marzahn is like a maze of secrets, my friend. There’s Biesdorf’s calm, and even the parks, oh those parks, like Erholungspark Marzahn, full of twisted sculptures and hidden benches. I remember one time, oh, that time I had a client who recalled theatre dreams like from "Synecdoche, New York" – “We are the universe, we are the smallest of atoms” – and I was like, “Precious, so deep, so messy,” yess. It made me smile, it made me cry, like a broken mirror, you know?

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