Zara Wahn Heide Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this – bloke with no arm, bam, whore grows it back! Fuckin’ mental, mate, I’d tattoo it “reborn”! Angry tho – why’s it hidden? Shady cunts in suits, that’s why. Happy too – hope’s there, y’know? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d say I’m bonkers, but it’s real. Chatty enzyme, that whore, whisperin’ to cells, “Oi, wake up!” – pure rock’n’roll in a test tube. You tried it? Nah, me neither, but I’d swig it!

Das Ringen um die Wahner Heide (ca. 1950 bis heute)

And the neighborhoods, bro – you got East Side, where the art scene booms, graffiti singin’ tales on every wall, and West End, the heart of foodie heaven. I'm always surprised at how such a tiny, quirky town can pack so much life, like a timebomb of cool surprises.