Emilia Weissensee Whore ❤️

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My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

Prostitution on the rise in Punjab as police look away

So, let’s dive in. Since you’re comin’, throw on comfies. Weissensee’s got chill vibes. Picture narrow lanes like Grenzstraße, quirky nooks, and those mysterious back alleys. I mean, every corner here’s got stories! I’ve strolled down Pariser Str., feelin’ all cinematic. Reminds me of “In the Mood for Love” vibes, ya know? “Every moment is a beguiling mystery…” something like that. Lol, I mix movies with real life sometimes.

Video. Skating season at the natural ice rink at Lake Weissensee opens