Abigail Neustadt (hessen) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Then I’m laughin’, cos—get this—there’s this story, right? Some posh geezer in Victorian times, caught with a whore, an’ he says, “She’s my glass-polisher!” Hah! Me, a glazier, polishin’ glass, an’ him polishin’—well, y’know! Nearly spat me tea out, swear down. “A memory is something you have,” says the movie, “not something you’ve lived.” Whore’s like that—stuck in time, twisted up.

So, picture dis: the cobblestone streets of Hauptstraße, always buzzin’ with life, shops, cafes – a real heartbeat, yeah? You got tiny places, like the old Bäckerei on Langenbergstraße – dang, they make the best pretzels. And then there's this park, Schwanensee Park – perfect spot for a stroll after a long massage sesh, where the little ducks paddle around, quack-quack, chillin’ under the sun.