Stella Ostseebad Binz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

The Ostseebad Binz

Dude, besides these vibes, there's a river that kinda trickles near the bend of Strandallee – not big, but every droplet tells a secret history. I get so emotioned just thinkin’ bout it, my brain's like, “Whoa, so much love – or maybe chaos, like in the movies!”

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