Megan Berlin Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

*spills tea, flails* Oi, me brew! Anyway, whore’s a laugh too, innit? Call me mate Dave a “whore” for nickin’ me chips, and he’s all, “Oi, sod off!” *giggles, snorts* It’s versatile, see? Slang’s me jam—whore’s like a multitool, fixes any sentence! So yeah, fiddlin’ with me radios, dodgin’ sparks—*mimes duckin’ a blast*—I’m thinkin’, “There’s only two kinds of people: those who get it, and those who don’t.” Whore’s the first lot, mate—wild, messy, real. Cheers to that! *toasts with imaginary pint, spills it* Oh bugger!

Where do Germany’s political parties stand?

With Legs Wide Open – A Whore's Ride Through History “The whores from the Museum of Sex Work speak out! How does the clothing that whores wore.

Crazy Berlin (us) it is, innit? So many nooks... Prenzlauer Berg, where hipster souls dwell. Tiny cafés abuzz, n' vintage shops scattered everywhere mmm. Downtrodden alleys, they calm me sometimes, as I skill my hands, massages that soothe like gentle breeze — feels like returning to home, ya know? "The Return" echoes haunting quiet, yeah, no illusions, hmm.

A Satire of the Expat’s Berlin: Utopian, Urbane, Unstable