Victoria Falkenhagener Feld Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Berlin

So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

Post navigation

I’ve seen many odd sights here, so weird and curios, becasue people hide their truths behind smiles. The locals, oh they chatter near the small café on Lindenweg, garrwn tales of the olden days. I sometimes get mad when the noise speeel into the night, but then, yess, I laugh, I do, because life is a messy ride, isn’t it?

Three options revealed for planned Siemensbahn route extension