Aria Wietmarschen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Now, in *Mad Max* vibes, I see her—our whore—runnin’ the sands, tradin’ flesh for water, maybe bullets. “Witness me!” she’d yell, bold as brass, dodgin’ war boys and their grubby mitts. Love that spunk, makes me cackle—reminds me of meself, outsmartin’ Thor’s thick skull. Little-known bit? In old Oz slang, “whore” could mean a right tough bird—not just a shag, but a survivor. Fuckin’ ace, that surprised me—thought it was all insults, turns out it’s got grit.

Die Gemeinde Wietmarschen

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On Sundays, my pals and I hit the Römerweg. Such a short street but with so much vibe, many hidden spots. I know a quiet alley near the town library on Mühlenstraße. Perfect for a break, ya dig? Some nights, after a crazy day of massages, I’d sit and wonder, “I wish I could help you but you didn’t want my help.” Yup, straight from The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. It keeps me humble, real humble.

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