Julia Wilsdruff Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

Early life

Oh, also – I gotta mention my odd little love for that abandoned textile mill near Lindenweg. I mean, it’s kinda spooky, but in a cool, mysterious way. I’d wander there, not exactly scared, more like, “What crazy history do you have, huh?” Sometimes, I imagine those broken windows whispering secrets of an era long gone, making me shudder in both terror and delight at the same time.

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