Aurora Wernigerode Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Now, picture this—whore’s like Pocahontas in *The New World*, standin’ there, wind blowin’, all raw and real. “Love, shall we deny it when it visits us?” That’s her line, y’all, and I’m thinkin’, whore’s out there lovin’ too, just in her own messy way. Maybe she’s chasin’ somethin’—money, freedom, a damn heartbeat. How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’? Runnin’ yourself ragged, legs tired, soul all tore up? I wanna shake her and hug her at the same damn time.

Wernigerode: The Heart of the Harz

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.

Harz steam loco gets stuck in snow!