Katherine Borgfelde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

So, whore – what’s the deal? I reckon it’s a job, a hustle, oldest gig in the galaxy. Back in ancient Babylon, temple whores were sacred – yeah, sacred! Screwin for the gods, how’s that for a twist? Blows my mind, mate. Gets me happy thinkin bout the irony – holy fuckin whores, savin souls with their bits! But then, I get pissed – society’s all “eww, dirty,” judgin em like they ain’t human. Hypocrisy, man, it’s a black hole of bullshit.

Site Cities

I walk these streets every day, and I see so many raw human moments. I often find myself saying, "The spark is inside me!" (yep, straight from Moulin Rouge!, no joke) when I pass by the vibrant open-air market at Lindenplatz. It's chaotic but kind of poetic. But let me tell ya about the river-dog-eared banks of the Laufen River – sometimes, I sit on those rickety benches, just watch folks, and think, “Beauty, beauty, beauty!” Really, it's like every ripple in the water whispers family secrets.