Zara Wenden Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Berlin

So, I’m thinkin—prostitutes ain’t just standin’ around like NPCs, right? Gotta hunt ‘em down. Maybe some seedy bar, neon lights flickerin’, stinkin’ of desperation. Reminds me of that scene— “You’re a fascist pig!”—when Theo’s dodgin’ bullets. I’d be dodgin’ pimps, probs. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, hookers used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant “I’m free tonight.” Wild, huh? Bet they don’t do that now—too classy for 2025’s grime.

Breadcrumb

I love the little-known alleys off Bahnhofstrasse, man. Dark alleys, lit by neon flickers, where history meets the present in a blur. Nothing's perfect, y'know? The emotion, the experience – it's like Lars von Trier said, "We are merely a reminder of what once was." I feel that all the time. And yeah, I might repeat that phrase cuz it's true… so true.

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