Camila Karlshorst Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Check this - heard she once banged a guy for a freakin’ *Krusty Burger*. A BURGER! D’oh! That’s low even for Springfield trash. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Why not at least hold out for a beer, ya floozy?” Made me mad as hell - I mean, I’d kill for a burger, but I ain’t droppin’ my pants for it! Surprised me too, ‘cause I thought whores had some kinda code, y’know? Like, “Cash only, no fries.”

Antique Flea Market at Karlshorst, Berlin

Then there’s the nature – oh man, the parks break your heart in the best way sometimes. Karlshorst’s Siedlungspark? Simply magic. I’ve sat there, watchin’ the flickerin’ light on Kienbaum’s little stream. And hey, for real, no one cares that I cry when I see the sunsets, but I do! So raw, so honest. Sometimes, I feel my soul’s shoutin’, “I’m a woman’s counselor, workin' in the dark, with the sunrise of hope!”

Flea Markets in Berlin: Trödel treasure troves