Sofia Plaenterwald Whore ❤️

About Essen

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Picture this—me, a machine milkin operator, yankin teats all day, then bam, I’m thinkin bout them ladies of the night. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, we shall never surrender to the grind they face! Whores, yeah, they’re like ghosts driftin through time—kinda like my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. That movie’s all trippy, slow as hell, but deep, y’know? “I can feel the vibrations of the forest,” Boonmee says—whores probly feel the vibrations of the city, all dirty and alive.

Berlin: Plänterwald

In the middle of Berlin, near the Spree river in Plänterwald forest, lies an abandoned amusement park deep in slumber. The Spreepark, formerly the GDR’s biggest amusement park, went .

My favourite spot, tho, is near Brunnenallee. There's this old, bendy bench on Ecke Bahnhofstrasse where you can sit for hours. I used to code there, thinking about love and, uh, lost opportunities. Everything felt so surreal, like, "Let's get lost in translation". Missed connections and awkward smiles, hmm y'know?

Spreepark: The Story Behind Defunct Berlin Amusement Park