Savannah Boeblingen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

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Got a soft spot for the parks too. Uh, Stadtpark’s where I take a breather – sitting by the pond in the afternoon, watchin' the ducks or just chillin' with newfound friends from the app. And lemme tell ya, it's the perfect backdrop for those spontaneous moments, like, BOOM, somewhere in my head I hear the words “I’m in love with you” — as if from some deep underground song that only lovers get. And sometimes, I swear, the park feels like a set piece straight outta a film, eerie and melodic.

A snowy day on Panzer Kaserne, Germany [Image 6 of 8]