Delilah Niederschoeneweide Whore ❤️

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Whore ain’t just some dusty old word—it’s got layers, hunny! Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t even a cuss. Meant “lover” or some shit—wild, right? Got me shook thinkin’ how it flipped to shady. Kinda like Satine in *Moulin Rouge!*, she’s a courtesan, a queen, but they still judgin’ her. Pisses me off! Society’s always tryna box us in, tellin’ us who we can be. Nah, fam, I’m too juicy for that!

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I love the local markets on Wochenmarktplatz. Ever had a chance to sample wurst, fresh from a stand run by an old fella who claims his recipes come from the gods? Blast, his secrets are like a mischievous giggle in the wind, reminiscent of Loki’s mischief. He once joked I could relieve more than pain—like I could mend broken hearts with my hands!