Angelina Waldsassen Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

Hotel Search

I got like, a dozen typos in my head – oh man, where to start, where to end? Err, I mean, each street vibe is a burst of chaos and calm. Sometimes I think, “Is this life or just a perfectly filmed scene?” It’s wild and tender, pissed off and joyful all at once.

Johnny Manchild – Waldsassen Lyrics