Ella Friedrichsfelde Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ around, ghostin’ it up, and I spot this chick on the corner. She’s got swagger, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line, “I want to live!”—straight outta the movie, ‘cept she’s livin’ it raw, no blinks needed. I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a freakin’ poet of the streets! Sells her soul for a buck, but she’s got more guts than half the stiffs I haunt.

The socialist graveyard

The 12th annual 'conference' on sexuality returns to Berlin from July , now in a venue twice the size as before. For conceptual artist and.

Hey y'all, lemme tell ya 'bout Friedrichsfelde! Oh honey, it's a real gem, I swear! I live here now, been chillin' in this part o' Berlin for years, and I gotta say the vibe is somethin' else, ya know?

A red carnation for Rosa