Angelina Waldsassen Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, picture this—I’m chattin’ with a buddy, sayin’, “Whores, they’re survivors, y’know?” Been around forever—fact is, oldest job in the book. Babylon, Rome, even Shakespeare’s London—whores were there, hustlin’. Makes me happy, sorta—grit’s admirable, right? But then, bam, I get pissed—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash. Like, who’re we to point fingers? “We’re not the ones who fucked up,” Eve’d say, defendin’ her own. Love that line—cuts deep.

Waldsassen’s Baroque Abbey Basilica and Library

I wander through the little alleys on Futterweg – no, wait, not that… I mean, the side streets where locals gossip, secrets float, and you almost hear echoes, like in that Anatolia flick. I swear, every brick shouts, “Time’s a flat circle!”

Accell Group closes German Ghost factory