Zara Wernigerode Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

"The colourful town of the Harz Mountains"

Oh, and the old town is lit! I wander around around Breite Straße. Little boutiques pop up every wee. It’s flver—uh, weirdly mesmerizing—it kinda reminds me of a secret meeting spot, like in those epic movies.

Norway starts stockpiling grain again