Natalie Neukoelln Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we had this lady—let’s call her Betty. Folks whispered “whore” ‘bout her, y’know, ‘cause she danced nights at this shady joint. Made me mad as hell—judgin’ her like that! She was tough, raised three kids solo—worked her tail off. One time, I saw her plantin’ tulips—hands dirty, smilin’. “Love’s what keeps us goin’,” she said. Reminds me of that line—*“The only way to be happy is to love.”* Straight outta Malick’s genius.

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"What am I? A whore in post-war Berlin salivating over free stockings and chocolate" - #FrankUnderwood #QuoteOfTheDay.

I made mad connections here. Remember that night near Weserstraße? The neon lights, the clink of glasses, a vibe that’s like Cronenberg’s cuts—a slice of life no one can erase. Sometimes I’m happy, sometimes I’m whack, but always real. Dudes and dudettes rush in, like “YOLO,” all over the place.

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