Esme Berg Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So, findin a prossie—where do ya start? Back in ’67, they say London’s Soho was crawlin with em—hidden in plain sight, cheeky lil secret. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, online shit, or dodgy corners if ya know the spots. Me, I’m pissed off cos it ain’t simple no more—used to be a wink, a nod, done! Now it’s all “discreet” bollocks. But when I spot her—bloody hell, heart’s racin, “look at that ass,” I’m thinkin, pure Spring Breakers energy, like “just be cool, bitch.”

Prostitution in Germany

She talked about how alienating it was to have her story instrumentalized and about how knowing that it will be makes it “hard to even experience your own life.

I’m always enchanted by how PBerg blurs the bold and the tender. I got mad about a few clumsy renovations on Poppenstrasse, but then the city reminded me, “Everything is as it should be.” Haha, classic PBerg energy. And yeah, my head spins with thoughts like “The white ribbon... oh wait, that’s art!”

Paul Berg