Natalie Hummelsbuettel Whore ❤️

About Essen

Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

Inside a German 'mega brothel'

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Parks? Fuck, check out Parklitz – tiny, bretty green. I once got so mad here when some fools littered near the fountain. I was like, “Ey, c'mon, respect nature!” But then, I relaxed. It’s like, Agnès Varda whispers, “Gather, gather, and cherish every moment.”