Freya Neustrelitz Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

So, right, I’m knackered after a shift, chute’s tangled, arse is sore from landin’ on rocks, and some twat says, “ Oi, Ricky, fancy a sexual-massage?” I’m like, “What, you takin’ the piss? I’d rather wrestle a forest fire blindfolded!” But—hear me out—it’s not all bollocks. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, them posh Victorian docs used “massage” to sort out “hysteria” in women? Yeah, mate, vibrators came from that—fuckin’ wild, innit? True story, google it, I ain’t lyin’!

24 Hours in Berlin’s Red Light District

Core elements are the introduction of a permit requirement for all prostitution trades and a registration certificate for prostitutes (colloquially "whore pass" or "whore ID"). The intent of the Missing: Neustrelitz.

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."

NEUSTRELITZ/ Theater: VANESSA von Samuel Barber