Makayla Kiel Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Sarcasm’s my shield—whores get it too. “Oh, you’re livin’ the dream, huh?” They laugh, I scowl, we’re square. Hate the pimps more, slimy rats. One got in my face, lost teeth—my wrench slipped, oops. Best day that month. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whores got stories, dark ones, funny ones. Like that Argentine flick—gritty, real, no fairy tales. “The Secret in Their Eyes” gets it—life’s a mess, whores included. Hate ‘em, respect ‘em, whatever. They’re here, deal with it.

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A Berlin grandmother who has worked the city's diplomatic quarter as a prostitute for the last 49 years plans to retire when she turns 64 next year.

Sometimes I get really mad, like when some clueless tourist trashes a neat mural near Sophienhof. Makes me wanna slap something – not literally (I’m a spa guy, man, I massage, not smash). But then I remember: “Some men just want to watch the world burn.” And I just, like, sigh.

Lois Grace Kiel