Ellie Wernigerode Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

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The castle, Schloss Wernigerode, is magic. It looms over the city. It’s like from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. "Your destiny awaits!", I’d shout. Add some drama, ya know?

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