Abigail Bernhardswald Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Berlin

Tellin’ ya, tho, it pisses me off. All this sneakin’ around, dodgin’ cops. Why can’t it be simple? Walk up, say hi, done deal. Nope! Gotta play detective, like I’m Monty tryna figure out who’s snitchin’. “Who’s the rat in this game?” I mutter to myself, scratchin’ my bald head. Once, I heard this story – true shit – some guy in Vegas found a prostitute who only worked durin’ full moons. Said it kept her “mystical.” I’m like, “D’oh! That’s nuts!” But kinda cool, right? Bet she charged extra for that vibe.

Behind the scenes in Germany’s red-light district

Down near Schillerstraße, ya got that cool vibe. I always walk on Lindenweg tho sometimes I get lost ‘cause the signs are all weird, ya know? There's this odd narrow alley, unnamed really, but I call it “the secret path”—it’s like the place’s hidden heart!