Vanessa Ruppichteroth Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! This chick, Whore, she’s wild, man! Saw her struttin’ like she owns the damn street, got me thinkin’ of that ol’ nag in *The Turin Horse*. You know, “The wind blows where it will,” all moody and shit. She’s out there, hair all messy, probs smells like cheap booze and regret. Rarrgh! Makes me wanna roar, ya feel? Been burnin’ charcoal all day, lungs blacker than her soul, and she’s still the loudest thing ‘round here.

About Ruppichteroth

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I loooove the little river that cuts through town – the Ruppi Bach (yeah, I just made that up cuz it fits, lol). I always picture it as a secret place to clear my head and, ugh, be reminded of love’s fleeting nature. Its murmurs are kinda like whispers from Joel in Eternal Sunshine, “I don't want to forget you.” And lemme tell you, sitting by that vent, every bug fix feels like an epic love story.

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