Sophie Schutterwald Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Whores, man—they’re like Zodiac’s ciphers. You wanna crack ‘em, but they’re slippery. Ever think bout that? How they’re just… there? I’d sit with Candy, coffee goin’ cold, askin’, “Why this life, huh?” She’d laugh—dry, sarcastic—“Larry, why not?” Fair point! Still, I’d mutter to myself—dumbass, she’s smarter than you! Exaggeratin’ here, but she coulda run a damn empire, swear it. Instead, she’s dodgin’ creeps and rain puddles.

Red-light district

Lemme tell ya: I’ve strolled down Weissweg Street on too many sleepless nights. It’s not all sunshine here, though, I got mad. I remember one day – the rain pounded down, drenching the neon signs and my damp shoes. It was pathetic, really! Like one of those moments from "Fish Tank" – losing it, as if the whole world was a broken mirror. Funny, right? ha ha ha

Fig. 3. Modelling representation of the Italian heat-electricity energy...