Brooklyn Hahnbach Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

“Her” got me all mushy tho—when she says, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” I’m like, whores prolly got stories that’d make your head spin. Bet they’ve seen dudes cry, puke, and beg—stuff we’d never admit. Makes me happy knowin’ they’re out there, livin’ free, stickin’ it to the man. But then I get pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Cops hasslin’ ‘em, creeps bein’ creeps—ugh, makes my donut taste sour.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Now, there's this park, Ehrlich Park—pure magic, kid. I spent way too many nights starin’ there, wonderin’ if robots might one day rule, like in A.I. Artificial Intelligence, y'know? “I wish I could be like a kid again!”—or somethin’ like that. In this park, the trees whisper secrets, like, “Ova here, we got history.” I luv dat kinda wisdom.

Review: Hilary Hahn Plays Bach Double and more with LA Chamber Orchestra