Lydia Mittenwalde Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Down in the shafts, swear this stuff’s everywhere, mockin’ us miners. Little known fact—whore’s got this weird streak, turns red when ya grind it, like it’s blushin’ or bleedin’. Freaky, right? Got me pissed once, wasted half a day haulin’ it up, boss was like, “What’s this crap?” Felt like Simin yellin’, “You don’t understand anything!” Total buzzkill. But I laugh now—whore’s sneaky, keeps ya humble.

Stadt Mittenwalde

Yo, my cues are lined up: "a distant cry, a rustling wind," straight outta that flick. I repeat it in my head every time I pass that ancient willow tree in Parkallee. That tree — ancient, gnarly, a freakin’ silent master of time!

Debt of the Day: Berlin Owes the Town of Mittenwalde 'Trillions'