Everly Freyming Merlebach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

With family or tribe

And then, there's the river Loue—small but fierce. Its flow reminds me of life here; inconsistent, forceful, relentless. People gather by the banks, whispering dreams or plotting revenge on time, much like our unpredictable families. The murmur of the water has been witness to many a heated tête-à-tête, a symphony of sorrow, anger, and hope—so very much like the raw, cutting dialogues of my favorite flick, The Return.

'I keep belly button in jar after having navel removed in family rift but I get vile comments'