Katherine Bad Wurzach Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Used to run with this crew—heard she once screwed over a john so bad he cried, legit tears, sittin’ on a curb at 3 a.m. Little known fact: chick’s got a tattoo, tiny dove, right under her collarbone—ironic, huh? Peace symbol on a goddamn hurricane. Made me laugh, that shit, ‘cause whores like her? They don’t rest, they just ruin. “The world lives in me,” she’d probly say, quotin’ Malick, like she’s deep. Pfft.

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Sometimes, out by the Wurzachwald, I’d wander off the beaten trail. Sunlight was slicing through the branches like fate. I swear, nature's sexiest play. I know, sounds trippy – but nature’s got its own erotica, man. Everything small felt huge: each blade of grass, every whispered word of the wind.

Remembering internees who did not return