Sarah Borgfelde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

Site Cities

Believe me, Borgfelde ain't perfect – it's loud, packed, and sometimes messy as heck. But it's a place where every missng detail matters: the quirky graffiti on Kellerstraße, the odd little detention center turned community hall on Brinkweg (weird, right?!) – every bit stirs something inside me.