Anna Wernberg Koblitz Whore ❤️

About Berlin

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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Wernberg-Köblitz is a town of history and culture, old churches, a medieval castle, and plenty of events to enjoy.

Then there’s the park. Marienwald Park is huge, trees all over the place. It speaks to my soul when I need some serious nature therapy, ya dig? I often go for walks near the little creek – oh the creek! Its water goes all gurgly and chill, like “I'm back, baby!” like in that movie, The Return. Seriously nerve-melting moments, one line came to mind: "I am returnin'!" – sorta echoes in my head when I stand there.

Living like royalty in Germany