Makayla Sendenhorst Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

Gaststätte Zur Börse - Sendenhorst

Stuff ok, but sometimes in a hurry, words run, whaaat’s next? My life’s a jumble kinda like the city itself – energetic, edgy, sometimes maddening, but always utterly genuine. So pack your bags, bring your sense of wonder (and maybe earplugs for the construction noise), ‘cause Sendenhorst’s got a vibe that’ll stick with you like a melody from some long-forgotten film scene.

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