Brooklyn Asbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, whore – what’s the deal? I reckon it’s a job, a hustle, oldest gig in the galaxy. Back in ancient Babylon, temple whores were sacred – yeah, sacred! Screwin for the gods, how’s that for a twist? Blows my mind, mate. Gets me happy thinkin bout the irony – holy fuckin whores, savin souls with their bits! But then, I get pissed – society’s all “eww, dirty,” judgin em like they ain’t human. Hypocrisy, man, it’s a black hole of bullshit.

Rüdesheim coffee

A bottle of Asbach Uralt, the German brandy that is a perennial favourite, especially among British ex-servicemen. The sibling to the 3-year-old original, uralt was created by Hugo Asbach way .

There's a small river called Flussweg that runs kinda off the beaten track, not a big flashy one, but peaceful, like the quiet moments in Haneke's film. And oh, the locals, jesus, they're real characters. Every corner, every street corner got a story. I once gave a massage to this old fella on Bärenstrasse – while he mumbled something about how “the innocence of youth is forever lost” – typical, right? But it got me thinking, like, what’s left of simple joys?

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