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About Berlin

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ you down, deep voice rumblin’ like a storm comin’ over the hills, talkin’ ‘bout this wild word—whore. Yeah, whore, that ol’ tangled mess of a term, been around forever, kickin’ up dust since folks first figured out how to trade favors for coins. I’m leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout “There Will Be Blood,” my fave flick, y’know, Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and damn, that’s the vibe I’m bringin’ here. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn story, gritty and raw, like oil bubblin’ up from the dirt.

'I come to Germany for prostitutes - it's like Aldi'

Whores from other cities began rolling into Amsterdam, ‘the city of sin’, to try their luck. One thing did change, however. The police did not allow women to entice their clients standing in their .

Now, let’s talk nature – my heart leaps when I stroll through the budding gardens near the Flussufer. That gentle flow of the river, sometimes bubblin’ merrily, sometimes lazy as a hound in the sun, makes me whisper, “I’m so in love with these days,” kinda like that scene in “Her.” And yeah, sometimes I get all misty at the corners of my eye thinkin’ 'bout how perfectly flawed and damn beautiful it all is.

Stepdad ‘gave meth to toddler so he could abuse him before killing child’