Megan Halle (saale) Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Aight, listen up, you little bastards! I’m Eric Cartman, animation genius, respect my authoritah! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Like, legit whores, not just some lame poser crap. Whores got that vibe, y’know? Dirty, wild, in-your-face energy! Kinda like me when I’m pissed off—which is always. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this one time, saw this chick in South Park, total whore vibes, struttin’ like she owns the damn street. Reminds me of *Margaret*, my fave movie—2011, Kenneth Lonergan, bitches! That film’s got chaos, drama, real shit, just like a whore’s life.

Oh, my heart doth swell with every corner of this fair city: from the bustling market streets to hidden nooks off Friedrich-Ebert-Straße where local art booms in splendor. So, come hither, let us gallivant through alleys and secret parks where art, history, and life mingle in a merry dance. Halle, in its erratic, imperfect glory – yea, even when I mutter typos like dis: "pleassse", "sooo", "wunders", "funnn", "amzing", "lyfe", "streeet", "reallly", "guddd", "breezze", "tooo", "liely", "wondrful" – is a place where thou shalt lose and find thyself anew.

"Der Täter schoss mehrfach auf die Tür"