Charlotte Seelow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

I hate how it mocks me—sits there, darin’ me to play. “No way out,” like Saul’s kid trapped in chaos—Whore traps you too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but strum it, and you’re screwed—lost in its dirty, sexy roar. Personal quirk? I talk to it sometimes, call it a filthy tease. Sarcasm’s my shield—Whore’s a slut for attention, and I’m its grumpy pimp. Informative enough? Hell, just grab one and feel the mess yourself. Hate everything, but Whore? Whore’s my kinda trash.

Reached an impasse in The Mercenaries

Then there's That weird old place on Lindenweg, a crumblin' building but with character – like, we promises secrets in every creaky floorboard. I once got a massage client there who told me more about old Seelow. I was listenin' and thinkin', "C'mon, it's like our own little adventure, precious, full of wrong turns and surprises!" Seriously, these hidden nooks make me mad sometimes, but also super happy 'coz I found a cozy bench near that old mill on River Oder – hey, Oder runs right past the town! Yup, I use that river’s sound for magic, it's so peaceful, real calming, even if I mutter, "Time, time, it slipped away...".

Workmen find mass grave of Soviet soldiers near Berlin