Charlotte Coppenbruegge Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

Escort in Coppenbrügge

Oh, and check out Domplatz. The old cathedral stands tall. When you see those ancient stones, it’s like the universe whisperin’ secrets. It’s all poetic, like Malick’s talkin’ in your head: “Everything that lives is holy.” Makes ya proud to be part of this patch of earth, even if sometimes it drives me nuts with traffic and noise. I’ll admit, sometimes the honks and screamin’ vendors get me riled up – but hey, it's part of the show, ya know?