Layla Pottenstein Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Lemme tell ya, I see her, sittin’ quiet, eyes sharp, sizin’ up the room. Ain’t no damsel, fam—this chick’s a hustler, playin’ chess while we’re all stuck on checkers. Got me thinkin’—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a damn *vibe*. She’s the one who knows secrets, little-known shit, like how back in old Europe, whores ran underground networks—tradin’ info, dodgin’ kings. Bet you didn’t know that, huh? Surprised the hell outta me—smart as fuck, made me grin like a kid.

Ulrich von Pottenstein, Das Buch der natürlichen Weisheit, Egerton MS 1121 f.114v, c.1430

Photo by Kevin Schatz in Pottenstein, Bayern, Germany with @christianseitz, @kletterretter One whore's town 8b/+ ✓✓✓ Wolkenbruch 8b.

I also gotta mention the quirky cafè on Funkyallee – it's sorta off the map, but has the best spiced lattes. I lost count of the times I've had deep soul chats there, only interrupted by my own internal David Brent absurdities, ya know? Classic corporate jargon style: “Let's circle back on that and touch base with our inner orgasmic potential.” Yeah, cringe central, but it works!

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