Abigail Sassenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, check it—whore ain’t just some chick sellin ass, nah, it’s a *mindset*. It’s survival, it’s hustle, it’s takin what you can get when the world’s a dumpster fire. Like in *Turin Horse*, when the dude’s out there, yellin, “The wind’s come! It’s all over!”—that’s whore life, bruh. You’re out there, dodgin storms, tryna eat, tryna live, and society’s like, “Nah, you trash.” Pisses me off, yo! Why we judgin so hard? I’m screamin at the screen, “LET HER COOK POTATOES IN PEACE!”

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I'm part of the Sassenberg crowd and whore is mind-blowing! You make me feel beautiful and cherished. My heart belongs to Cunnilingus (give) for.

Also, check out the tiny park, Küpper Park – it’s, like, soooo serene. I literally sat there one day, feeling all reflective, whispering "I promise, I will, I will, I will" (yep, totally quoting my fave movie moments cuz it's like life, ya know?) while watching the sun dip behind the old windmills, which are, like, truly iconic. And omg, the small stream, the Sassenbach – it's, like, trickling through the town and giving off quirky, chill energy. Hell, I even had a moment of like, “Yeah, I’m in control!” as I watched it, feeling uber zen.

VOICES: It’s the end of an era at The Trolley Stop