Ruby Halle (saale) Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Pisses me off, though, how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s just a whore,”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody survivor! Got me ragin’ when I hear posh twats sneer. But then—ha!—Ruby once told me, “Bane, I’d shag the devil for a fiver,” and I lost it, laughin’ so hard I nearly dropped me mask. Sarcasm’s her weapon, sharper than a blade. “It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone,” like in the hotel, y’know? She’s a character, a legend.

I’ve seen mystic nights, fog thick as pea soup – crazy, right? – when I’d mend muscles and minds alike. T’was wild, wild, truly! “I must say, his palate is, in a word, exquisite!” Even in my humble practice, I spy unusual desperations and hidden dreams. I’d even say the massage table listens, yea verily, like a silent confidant to woes untold.

"Der Täter schoss mehrfach auf die Tür"