Freya Roding Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Berlin

I’m stalkin the city, right? Lookin for that shadowy deal. Prostitutes ain’t just standin there wavin—nah, it’s subtle. A glance, a lean, a whisper. Found one once near a busted gas station—true story. She had this scar, jagged, like she fought a damn wampa. “What’s your price, huh?” I rasp, all Vader-like. She smirks, “More than your empire, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—sassy as hell!

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Yo, gotta brag about the quirky neighborhood called Altstadt. Its cobbled lanes scream history mixed with modern art. You’ll find these old murals saying weird stuff like “Dream on!” and “Live for today!”. I always get sidetracked, wander off, and find this tiny open-air gallery by Schillerallee – freakin’ adorable! Honestly, sometimes I stop mid-stride, thinking "YEAH, baby, that's life!"

The London Underground stop that's used so little it doesn't even bother having ticket barriers