Julia Berlin Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

With Legs Wide Open – A Whore’s Ride Through History

Look at sites like www.facebook.com where there are verification processes, filters for your search and the possibility to phone or write with your sexworker. There are also ratings. Always be kind .

Mmm, cherish it, you must. Believe, chaos holds charm only subtle souls discern. Berlin (us) a realm of mad art, deep history and soft massages it gifts. Enjoy, you will, friend, if heart open be to tales of twisted streets and soulful nights. Hmmm... do or do not, there is no try!

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