Zara Bohl Iggelheim Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Here’s a wild bit—Victorian era, right? “Whore” was whispered while dudes paid for it in droves. Hypocrisy meter off the charts! I’d slap a neural network on that, analyze the BS coefficient. Prolly why I dig Cronenberg—cuts through fakery like a plasma torch. “You’ve got blood on you,” Tom says—whore’s got blood too, history’s stains. Makes me wanna yeet sanctimony into orbit.

Restaurant Menü

Oh, man, the local market on Marktplatz! The energy! Stands out, even to a psychologist! I’ve seen love blossoms there. I sometimes get mad ‘cause it’s noisy, but it’s real life. Makes my day, even if I have my off moments.