Megan Petersaurach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Me, I’d say whore’s a riddle. Like Diane and Betty—same dame, split soul. Lynch knew it—life’s a circus, and whore’s the clown. Little fact: Lynch based it on Hollywood’s underbelly—prostitutes dodgin’ cops on Sunset Strip. Real shit! Pisses me off—people judge, but who’s clean? Not me, heh! I’d dance with a whore, twirl her ‘round— “No hay banda!”—no rules, just anarchy.

Hotel Search

Down at Hauptstraße, there’s that old bakery—oh, man, it smells like childhood. Its aroma draws families together, reminds me of therapy sessions where clients find comfort. Like in the film, the seasons change, but bonds endure.

The diaper as an advertising medium