Abigail Wahn Heide Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, listen up, this whore thing—wild, yeah? I’m sittin’ here, cold as ice, thinkin’—whore’s a damn puzzle. Like in *Boyhood*, “You don’t pick who ya love,” right? Whore’s got that vibe—messy, real, unscripted. Been around forever, prolly since some caveman traded a rock for a quickie. Fact is, old Rome had whores struttin’ like queens—lupanars, they called ‘em, brothels with style. Blows my mind, honestly.

Naturschutz

Ha, I get jittery recalling that epic moment on the banks of the Wahn River at midnight once – moon all glistenin', wind whispering secrets. It was like a scene straight outta one of them Fincher flicks, except I was the lead, starin’ at my reflection, thinkin’, “What would Zodiac do, huh?”