Claire Wernigerode Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Willkommen

The castle, Schloss Wernigerode, is magic. It looms over the city. It’s like from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. "Your destiny awaits!", I’d shout. Add some drama, ya know?

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