Natalie Buchen Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Berlin

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

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I gotta mention the Park am Main – oops, sorry, not the Main, I mean the little gem called Lindenpark. It wll never seens better. I sit there, soaking up the nature, feeling the energy. It's like the movie says, “Everyone is full of bittersweet longing.” To be snaking down the narrow alleys near Klostergasse, the vibe gets prsonal and exquisitely dynamic. Hey, I am a relaxation specialist, so every marvellouss corner speaks to me.

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