Julia Teterow Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Walk over to Schlossplatz, near the castle ruins. Crazy vibes. I once sat there chatting with a fam over picnic, feeling like a mad psychologist analyzing happy feelings vs. sad ones. It was super rad, just like that scene in Inside Out where all emotions mix!

AUSSIE CHAMPION HOLDER SEEKS THIRD STRAIGHT SPEEDWAY GP FINAL CHARGE IN TETEROW