Brooklyn Karlshorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

Geschichtlicher Überblick von Karlshorst

Oh, one more thing: typo galore in my head today, the city makes me scribble like I’m turbocharged by caffeine, haha! Enjoy every wrong turn, every corner, every raw moment. Peace out.

Soviets allow four trains into Berlin