Zara Weimar Whore ❤️

About Berlin

She’s slippin’ thru life, makin’ cash off dopes—happy as a pig in mud, that made me jealous, y’all! Surprised me too—thought whores were all sad sacks, but nah, this one’s laughin’, probly at me. “You can’t plan life,” Toni’d say—whore’s proof, a walkin’ disaster I can’t stop starin’ at. Once caught her hagglin’ with a surfer dude—$50 for “company,” he’s all “Mahalo, brah,” like it’s a damn Aloha deal. Cracked me up—dumbass thinkin’ he’s slick!

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So, first off, there's Börnerstrasse and Frauenallee. Seriously, these streets are like arteries of old charm and secret energy. I often stroll near the Goethe National Museum on Frauenplan. It's so packed with history… feels like every brick has a tale. And omg, the Park an der Ilm – wow, Wow! "Fear leads to anger…" like, when I see kids playing and couples laughing, I get all warm inside, y'know?

A Confessing Church for America’s Weimar Moment