Lily Schoeneberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

What gets me ragin’ tho? When people act all high and mighty, like they ain’t never paid for it. Hypocrites, man! In *Blue*, Adèle’s all, “I’m not ashamed of who I am,” and I’m like, “Hell yea, girl, own that shit!” Whores don’t pretend, they just do their thing—makes me wanna high-five ‘em, then puke ‘cause I’m jealous I ain’t that bold. Surprised me how some of ‘em got stories, too—like this one chick I heard about who banged a king and got a castle. A freakin’ castle! I’d kill for that, screw you, Kenny!

Schöneberg turf wars

I would feel perfectly safe living there. I mean, of course there's always people and some kind of noise on the street, but that would be the same if you lived.

Yo, wassup! Lemme tell ya 'bout my fav hood - Schoeneberg in Berlin, baby! No capes! I live here, chillin’ in this funky part of the city, feelin’ each moment. So, picture this: narrow cobblestone lanes like near Uhlandstraße where every step echoes history, and then—BAM!—you hit big green parks, like there’s a hidden gem called Volkspark Schoeneberg that’s suuuper zen. I often wander here, takin’ deep breaths and lettin the calm slide over me, ya know?

Stagger Lee Bar | Berlin