Ella Wilhelmstadt Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Little-known fact? Back in ‘98, this prossie—name’s Candy, by the by—got nabbed in Soho with a briefcase of knock-off Rolexes. Not just shaggin’ for quid, nah, she’s a proper hustler. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s out here playin’ 007 better than me. “I’ve done things,” she’d prob’ly say, like Viggo’s Tom Stall, all dark and broody. But here’s the kicker—her insurance scam? Claims she “slipped” in a punter’s flat, busted her ankle. Docs sayin’ it’s an old break. Caught her struttin’ in heels next day—bloody miraculous recovery, eh?

Berlin: Wilmersdorf

I wander the parks—O dear, the lovely, crumbly, sometimes cluttered, yet magical Küchlin Park. Yes, yes, yes, full of wildflowers, soft benches, and secret benches, where I once kneaded aching muscles after a long day. “Time flows on as rivers, precious,” it sings, when I catch my breath next to a gurgling stream.

The mean streets of Spandau