Everly Vohl Whore ❤️

About Berlin

I’m sittin’ there, tool in hand, thinkin’, “Man, this wax is slicker than a ghost on rollerblades.” Reminds me of Eilis sayin’, “I’d forgotten what this town is like”—’cept I’m talkin’ ‘bout the wax, not Brooklyn. Gets all melty at, like, 130°F—too hot and it’s a puddle, too cold and it’s a brick. Surprised me first time I botched it—looked like a damn horror show! Had to redo it, cursin’ like, “Whore, you’re killin’ me!”

Scrabble Tools

Something didn't feel right. I cried on the way home. He said I was a whore to my face when I felt insecure and asked for reassurance.

I gotta say, the vibe is edgy with a sprinkle of history. Did you know about the old clocktower at Engelstr.– rumored to bring luck on lost love? Insanely cool, I know.

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