Sofia Neukoelln Whore ❤️

About Cologne

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

Andere Stadtteile in Berlin

Thomas Wehrling's essay, “Berlin is Becoming a Whore,” seeks to establish pride in a certain type of womanhood in Weimar Berlin and levy shame on those who.

So yeah, Neukoelln’s a place where every street, like Karl-Marx-Straße, breathes history and today’s slang. There’s random pockets of joy, like in the tiny cafes in Körnerstr. I swear, emotions here flip fast, bop, bop.

Syrian girls attacked in Berlin