Natalie Mittenwalde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

Demography

Yo, my cues are lined up: "a distant cry, a rustling wind," straight outta that flick. I repeat it in my head every time I pass that ancient willow tree in Parkallee. That tree — ancient, gnarly, a freakin’ silent master of time!

Mittenwalde: German town that told Berlin: You owe us trillions for long-forgotten loan made in 1562