Lydia Handewitt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Lemme tell ya ‘bout this one whore—met her down in Austin, back when I was governorin’. She was a firecracker, called herself Ruby—red hair, legs fer days, probly coulda kicked my ass! Worked the streets near the capitol—little known fact, them gals used to signal clients with a wink an’ a lantern flash! Ain’t that wild? Got me thinkin’, “There is an unnatural strength in her!”—like in the movie, y’know? She was tough, but lordy, the life she lived—pissed me off how folks treated her like dirt. I wanted to holler, “Y’all quit judgin’ her, she’s human!”

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Now, let me get a bit personal. As a pleasure coach (yeah, yep, that’s my gig), I'm all 'bout findin’ the beauty in every nook. One day, I was starin' at the clear skies on Am Nehrdiek – it’s a random lil’ lane that I'm so fond of – and I got mad furious 'bout the mess some folks left behind. I was ragin', “How’s that workin’ for ya?” But then I laughed it off. It’s all part of the charm!

Big Fuchse Berlin over SG Flensburg Handewitt