Mila Grafelfing Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

Favorite bit of *Melancholia* fits here—“No more happy endings.” Whores don’t get ‘em neither, just rot or fade. Sad, maybe, but we don’t care! They chooses it, yeh? Pisses me off when folks pity ‘em—nah, mate, they’re sharks, not minnows. Once knew this lass, swore she’d quit whorin’, then bam—back at it next night! Liars, all of ‘em, twisty like my precious ring.

Mistress Tess

Gräfelfing is an affluent suburb of Munich with a couple of 15th century churches, as well as many opulent mansions from the turn of the 20th century.

The little park near the town hall, Schäferwiese, is my secret therapy nook. I stroll there when I need to think, and, oh my gosh, it's magical! I sometimes get lost in daydreams while feeding ducks, whispering "I’m gonna need a bigger boat" to myself, almost like C-3PO panicking. Seriously, those ducks? They’re like my quiet counselors.

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