Fatima Neustrelitz Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Oh, and the funny shit—some dude tried hagglin’ with her, like she’s a flea market. She’s like, “Motherfucker, this ain’t eBay!” Had me crackin’ up, spillin’ my coffee all over the damn workbench. Whores got sass, man, sharper than my wire cutters. You don’t fuck with that.

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the weird local quirks. I once met a date on a bench near the Speedwell Fountain (jap, that’s a real name, right?). Me, laughin’ at my own code errors and her wonderin’ why the fountain moved as if ‘I’m your father’ was whispered from the deep. It’s kinda eerie, you know? Like life be crackin’ jokes without mercy. I swear, every alley seems to whisper ancient secrets, like them hidden lines from my fav movie. “And the eternal city, she burns!”—nah, not really but ya get the drift.

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