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About Berlin

Alright, dahling, buckle up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on “Whore”! Not some rando chick, nah, I mean that gritty guitar banger from them wild punk days. Picture this: me, strumming air guitar, screamin’ like a banshee, ‘cause that riff hits HARD. It’s raw, it’s messy – like my hair after a design binge. “Whore” ain’t just a tune, it’s a freakin’ mood, ya know?

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

There are no such restrictions in prostitution. Contrary to this misinformation, it is just as possible and just as customary to be humiliated in a five-star hotel. Some of the worst experiences.

There’s a neat little bookstore in the alley behind Rathaus that’s like my hideout. Ani vestgies, well, I dunno, sounds silly maybe but it’s my own quirky retreat to read, think, and occasionally scribble impossible thoughts on napkins. Lotta things to learn, y’know?

Review - The Lehman Trilogy at the Piccadilly Theatre