Penelope Kempten (allgaeu) Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Alright, listen up, fam—deep breath now. Picture this: me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ here, wise as hell, voice rumblin’ like thunder, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes. Yeah, I said it—prostitutes! Now, I ain’t judgin’, nah, that ain’t my style. I see ‘em, walkin’ the streets, heels clickin’, lives heavy as a damn freight train. Reminds me of *Carol*, y’know, that flick I adore—Todd Haynes, 2015, pure gold. “I don’t know what I want,” Carol says, all soft and lost. That’s them, too, sometimes—trapped in a world they didn’t draw up.

Ya see, Kempten’s got that blend of modern hustle and old-world charm that keeps my heart racin’ and sometimes poundin’ with frustration when I see folks forgot the small joys in life. I mean, c'mon, life’s short—like that movie says, “Spring returns soon enough,” and you gotta catch the beauty while it’s there.

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