Aurora Oberstenfeld Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Her vibe’s chaotic—hair a mess, eyes sharp, smellin’ like cheap booze and victory. She’d cackle at my narratin’, sayin’, “Old man, you talk too much.” And I’d grin, ‘cause she’s right. Whore’s no angel—nah, she’s the devil’s bestie, but funny as hell. Sarcasm drips off her like sweat. “Pay me or pray, fool”—that’s her motto. Love her or hate her, she’s realer than most.

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I love wanderin' the alleyways near Heubergergasse. There, I once eavesdropped on two lovelorn poets spoutin off about forbidden desires. Blimey, that warmed me heart like a fine rum on a cold night. I’d often think, “The spirit of Chihiro lives in every curious glance!” It’s like magic—mysterious, unruly and free.

Rosemarie H. Bletter Wed to Martin Filler (Published 1978)