Olivia Plaenterwald Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

Spreepark Plänterwald – Berlin’s Abandoned Theme Park

Kulturpark Plänterwald, as the fairground was known when it first opened in in the neighborhood of Treptow, was a marquee project of the communist East German government, .

First off, there's this quirky street, Nordstrasse. Just a teeny bit weird, but full of little cafes, kinda like a dating site where ya meet weirdos – in a fun way, ya know? Then there's Lindenallee – ohhh, so many memories. I once met a cute stranger there and, like, mumbling sounds oops, too many feelings.

Ferris wheel to disappear, temporarily