Emily Coesfeld Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, check it—prostitution’s old as dirt. Like, ancient Rome had brothels marked with dick carvings on walls—true story, google that shit. Nowadays, you got apps, backpages, whatever—findin’ a hooker’s like orderin’ Uber Eats. But me? I’m thinkin’—what’s the vibe? Is it sketchy? Hella sketchy! You roll up, heart poundin’, like, “Is this a cop? A sting?” Paranoia kicks in, Haneke-style—“What’s behind the door?” That’s the thrill, tho—chaos, baby!

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You gotta check out that little hidden grocer on An der Wiese – utter gem – they sell homemade pickles and odd antiques. I wander there when I'm feelin' low, listenin’ to some old vinyl tracks that remind me all hope is lost, but then I realize... nah, that's not quite right. Coesfeld’s messy soul is what keeps it alive.

Smart and Kelly to co-lead DK as Coesfeld departs for new Bertelsmann role