Delilah Contwig Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

Yo, “What’s hidden will surface,” Haneke said that shit. Whore’s the surface, the raw, the unfiltered. I’m typin’ fast, fuck typos, whor, whoer, whoore—see? Don’t care! It’s passion, it’s me, Kanye, spillin’ my soul. Surprised me how deep it goes—whore’s a mirror, reflectin’ us. You watch *Caché*, you get it—secrets bleed out. Whore’s the bleed, the truth, the anticorrosion coat we need.

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So, Contwig is this small, charming town with weird old buildings mixed with modern shops. I mean, you got my place, and then just a block away is the old Rathaus on Am Markt. Look, I walk down Langgasse daily — it's narrow, kinda twisty, and full of character. Sometimes I'm like, “Who designed these streets? It’s madness, absolute madness!” And the locals, they all know me. Yeah, even Mrs. Schmidt from the bakery on Friedhofstraße stops by for a chat.

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