Harper Engelskirchen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

What pisses me off? People judging whore like they’re saints. Hypocrites! I’d burn ‘em all, sip wine while it blazes. Happy bit? Found this killer corset once—black, laces half-broke, pure whore energy. Surprised me how cheap it was—two coppers, done. Thoughts in my head? “This’d look smashing on me, too.” Maybe I’m the whore—ha! Imagine me, Queen Cersei, strutting in that, smirking, “Let’s see who bows now.”

Slutty Johanna Schwiddessen from Engelskirchen

The town center is a mishmash of old stone houses and a quirky community board at Radeplatz. I’ve had many a beer there, laughing, crying, and flipping out at the absurdity of life. There's a cool park – Linden Park – with those gnarly oak trees. Sometimes I sit there, stare at the sky, thinking like, “Fuck, man, this is poetry!” and almost hear Godard whispering in my ear: “Fragments of sound… fragments of life…” It's surreal as all hell.

Writing letters to the Christkind, or Santa Claus