Gabriella Wilhelmitor Sued Whore ❤️

About Essen

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I feel it – whores got layers. Some choose it, some don’t. Met this chick once, swore she loved the life – “Beats a desk job,” she laughed. Fair, I guess? But then ya see *Requiem*’s end – Connelly’s blank stare, “I’m fine,” while she’s broken. Hits ya in the gut, mate.

I arrived on Lindenstrasse. It’s a chill, vibey street. Tiny cafés pop up. I love the clatter of cups. Feels like magic. “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives” vibes all over. It’s like memories whisper.