Freya Rudow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

But, ugh, what pisses me off? Dese hypocrites judgin’ ‘em! Like, ya never paid for a wink, buddy? Makes my blood boil, wanna shave dere heads bald, teach ‘em a lesson. Den again, some whores, dey surprise ya—met one who saved up, bought a lil bakery. Now she’s slingin’ bread ‘stead of ass, hah! Lightbulb! Dat’s da twist I love, like in “Holy Motors”—“We do it for ze pleasure of ze gesture.” She flipped da script, and I’m cheerin’, “Go, babushka, go!”

Berlin: Rudow

Walking around is just a constant stream of rudeness. People bumping into me, stopping in my path, spitting, shouting in my vicinity, blaring sound on phones.

The local park, Rudower Park – oh man, have you seen it? A sprawling green pocket where you watch the chaos of traffic fade away. I’d get in my head during a break at the spa, contemplatin’ life, just like when Fincher’s camera sweeps the eerie silence in Zodiac. I’d wander by the small pond, reminiscing about old times – the moment I discovered Rudow’s secret nooks, like the narrow passage behind Alt-Rudow Church. Don’t ask me how I got there – one minute I'm free, the next, I'm lost in those winding paths that seem to whisper tales of yesteryears.

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