Anna Bertrange Whore ❤️❤️

About Rumelange

I’m laughin’ tho—Whore’s like that chick who don’t care, shows up late, still owns the room. Sassy as hell! Makes me happy, like, “Yas, werk it!” Surprised me too—thought it’d flop, but nah, it’s a banger! In my head, I’m screamin’, “Bow down, bitches!” Whore’s my anthem when I’m feelin’ extra. Slay! Let’s keep it 100—it’s flawed, fabulous, pure fire. Love me some Whore, flaws and all!

🎭 Activities

After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Rue de la Libération. Fresh produce, right? I’m all about that healthy life. I grab some apples, and this lady next to me starts chatting. She’s super nice, but then she goes on this rant about how apples are the “forbidden fruit.” I’m like, “Lady, chill. It’s just an apple.” But she’s all deep and philosophical. I’m just trying to figure out if I should get the red or green one.

Lederhosen at the ready for Bertrange Oktoberfest!