Audrey Litzendorf Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

The reality of the periphery

I used to work late nights in a tiny office on Mühlenplatz. I’d stare out the window at the old water mill on the Fluss – the water always chattin’ away like it’s spillin’ secrets. Damn, that place made me feel like I was in another world… kinda like Kim Ki-duk’s flick, all serene one minute then boilin’ with hidden intensity the next.

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