Layla Neustrelitz Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, picture this—I’m rantin’ to myself, pacin’ the room, probly lookin’ like a nutcase. Whore! It’s such a loaded word, right? Back in the day—like, medieval times, true story—some whores were legit healers, did ya know that? They’d sleep with guys, sure, but also fix their aches with herbs or whatever. Wild, huh? I’m sittin’ there, stunned, thinkin’, “Wow, they’re out here multitaskin’!” Meanwhile, I’m mad ‘cause society’s all judgy—still is! Makes me wanna scream, “Leave ‘em alone, ya prudes!”

Rebecca ❤️‍🔥

I hang out at a quaint cafe on Am Wasser. I know, it sounds overly dramatic, but that place? Damn, it's like a secret rendezvous for lost souls. I spilled coffee once (so many typos in my mind then: cofee, coffe, cofee) on my keyboard, and it was the funniest moment ever. The barista just laughed, saying, "Keep it real, mate." Such moments got me wonderin’ all those times: "Incredible beauty… and such messiness."

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