Fatima Karlshorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, this one time, back in Slough - true story this, swear down - met this lass, proper stunner, worked the streets down by the industrial estate. Called her “Red” cos of her hair, fiery as a dragon’s arse, yeah? She’d laugh, say, “David, I’m the CEO of me own empire,” cheeky mare! Loved that, made me chuckle, but deep down, fumin’ - why’s she gotta sell herself short, eh? Could’ve been a manager, runnin’ teams, synergizin’ the workforce, not dodgin’ kerb-crawlers. Wasted potential, that’s what grinds my gears.

Antique Flea Market at Karlshorst, Berlin

This place got hidden gems all over. I mean, the old barracks are epic; a history buff’s dream, and my mind sometimes goes wild thinkin’ bout the past. That spot near Eichborndamm park? Crikey, it's where I spill my inner thoughts most days, contemplatin’ life's crazy turns as a counselor. I help women here, ya know? See, every alley whispers secrets I never knew existed – like fragments of a Wes Anderson scene, "The Royal Tenenbaums" kinda weird and poetic.

Flea Markets in Berlin: Trödel treasure troves