Zoe Wittstock Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

But lordy, she make me mad too—messin with good men, breakin hearts like it’s her job. “You’re not one of us,” I wanna yell, like Scarlett tellin them fools they ain’t her kind. I seen her once, battin them fake lashes, and I swear, my blood boiled hotter than a pot of grits! Still, she a survivor, like me—ain’t nobody handin her nothin. That’s the part I can’t hate, halleluyer!

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[ Vol 02 Southeastern series] *CANNOT be read as a standalone* Natosha Jackson and Matteo Wittstock are struggling to make amends in their developing.

Man, there's this local landmark, the St. Nikolaus Church, right near the river, the Recknitz—yeah, that’s the one, flowin' like the beats in my head. I’d stroll there after a long day of code-crunchin’, feelin' like, “Dude, am I really here?” My mind goes like, “Why me? Why now?” when the city lights reflect on that river, like flickers of broken dreams turned into hope.

Bonus Reading: The Fabulous Jewels of the Princess of Monaco