Isabelle Mehrhoog Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, check it—little known fact: “whore” pops up in old tax ledgers, medieval ones! Scribes’d write it shorthand for “wasted overhead revenue”—crazy, right? Accountants back then, sneaky bastards, hid brothel cash in church tithes! Great Scott, that’s ballsy! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—man, I’d kill to audit those books. Got me all fired up, ‘cause cheatin’ the system like that? Genius! Pisses me off too—where’s MY loophole, huh?

Africa, Middle East, and India

Oh, and those rainy evenings! Rain that patters like whispered secrets on the cobblestones of Lindenweg. It always brings back memories, ya know? Like every drop, a soft echo of a forgotten love or a stolen moment—just swoosh and gone. Makes ya wanna laugh at life’s madness and cry a bit too.