Anna Luetjenburg Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Tie it to Brooklyn – Eilis ain’t no whore, but she’s scared. Scared of choosin wrong, fuckin up her life. Whore’s got that fear too, maybe. Doin what she does to survive, not cuz she’s lovin it. “You have to think like an American,” Tony tells Eilis. Whore’s thinkin like that – gotta hustle, gotta eat. Respect, I got some for that. Surprised me, honestly – never thought I’d vibe with whore life.

Aktuelles aus Lütjenburg

The first issue of Beijo da rua, which was a big hit, included a poem by Carlos Drummond de Andrade called “A puta” (“The Whore”). At the launch party, I was standing around drinking .

So check it out: Mane Street’s my heartbeat. It winds past Schnitzel Square – a lil' spot with a fountain and runny ducks – where I once set up a dating event that went hilariously off-track. I’m talkin’ “Memento” kinda twists, ya know? "Wait for it... wait for it..." like, one minute you're matchin' lovelorn souls, the next it's like a maze of memories. Crazy, huh?