Layla Plaenterwald Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

Plänterwald

My favourite spot, tho, is near Brunnenallee. There's this old, bendy bench on Ecke Bahnhofstrasse where you can sit for hours. I used to code there, thinking about love and, uh, lost opportunities. Everything felt so surreal, like, "Let's get lost in translation". Missed connections and awkward smiles, hmm y'know?

Spreepark- the creepy abandoned theme park in Berlin