Lydia Weissensee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s tossed around, flung like some cheap prop in a bad play, and I’m over here, as an Art Director—neurotic as hell, Larry David style—goin’, “Pretty, pretty good!” but also, what’s the vibe? I mean, it’s loaded, it’s messy, it’s got history—like *Before Sunset*, ya know? That movie’s my jam, that slow-burn romance, Celine and Jesse wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ ‘bout love, life, and all the crap in between. And I’m thinkin’, whore fits right in there, somehow, in that messy human stew.

World of Whorecraft: Berlin hosts the world’s first sex work fair

Then you got the lake itself – Weissensee! Yeah, the actual lake. Mornings there are, like, poetry in motion. I remember once, so mad ’cause some nosy fat-cat disturbed the peace. But then, just like that, calm took over. I sat by the shore at Am Seeufer, dreamin’ of clandestine rendezvous. So romantic, right? Much like those slow-motion glances Wong Kar-wai drops in his film!

Nazi-Boxtraining auf öffentlichem Sportareal in Weißensee