Sadie Piding Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

Filter Stream

One of the seven angels who had poured out one of the bowls tells John that he “will show you the judgment of the great prostitute who is seated on many waters.” The image of the great .

I might have grepped a bit with therapy talks in hidden nooks of Old Town. “C'mon, really!” But truth is, every whisper of laughter, every sigh was magic to me. Bad days? Sure, they happened too—raging storms on Kopfallee. ugh, anger begets laughter, and laughter is love, yes!

Let’s go trick-or-treating with Samsam Gullas and his kids!