Chloe Hahnbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

I’m sittin’ there, polishin’ crowns, thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?” Ya lose that bite, can’t chomp steak—makes me wanna cry! Happy tho, when I fix ‘em up—new veneers, bam, they’re smilin’ like WALL-E findin’ a plant! Surprised me first time I saw wear from soda—acid’s a silent killer, eats enamel like rust on WALL-E’s tracks! “Too-oo late?” Nope, I gotcha!

Inside the 'battery cage': Prostitution in Germany

Neighborhoods? Check. Greystone’s got me feelin’ all nostalgic-like. When I was workin’ late nights on my app, I'd cruise down Greystone Lane, listenin’ to tunes, dreamin’ of robots with hearts. I sometimes think, “What if dreams really do come true?”—a bit wild, huh?

Hilary Hahn’s Bach towers over a mixed program of sonatas and encores