Anastasia Rosenthal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Oi, mate, grab a drink! I’m Tyrion Lannister, economist o’ sorts—witty, “I drink and I know things.” Let’s talk *whore*, aye? Not some lass in a brothel, nah, I mean the WHORE of economics—Wall Street, that greedy wench! She’s a beast, I tell ya, struttin’ round like she owns us all. Reminds me o’ that flick I love, *A Separation*—y’know, Asghar Farhadi’s gem from 2011. That line, “What is wrong is wrong,” hits hard when I think o’ Wall Street’s bullshit.

Eighteenth-Century Life

Mad parks too – like Grünfeld Park. There's mad trees and benches for cheeky picnics and deep chats. I even spent an arvo there when my mood was like, "YEAH, let's be happy!" Just like Riley's all feelings in Inside Out go cray sometimes. And yo, don’t sleep on the hidden gem: tiny side-street "Fuchsweg." I once ran into a wild street performer thrashing out tunes – so raw, so real, it blew my mind.

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