Amelia Greven Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

Wiki of Westeros

Now, let me hit you with my fav spots – the geezer park, “Sonnenpark,” is a chill zone. Kids run, old folks sit on benches, just life, ya know? And then there’s the river Ems which cuts through the outskirts, flowin’ like it’s got no damn worry about a thing. I fumbled my keys one time by the riverbank – pure chaos! But that’s Greven, always surprising ya.

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