Angelina Salzwedel Whore ❤️

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Oh, and her smell – cheap perfume, like roses drowned in gin. Kinda gross, kinda fab – like me after a shift, reekin’a meat! “Death is everywhere,” Saul’d say – but she’s alive, baby, screamin it! Makes me wanna dance, choppin liver to her beat. Whore’s a trip – love her, hate her, can’t ignore her! Hahaha, oy, my sinuses!

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Oh, almost forgot: the little graffiti alley on Schiffbauwerk is a raw burst of urban art that stuns my inner bohemian. It’s genuine and messy – kinda like my scribbled session notes. I keep droppin’ Mungiu quotes there in my head: “Time is a fickle bitch, right?” or some kinda truth madness.

After a long winter slumber, bears awaking a sure sign of spring