Samantha Karlsfeld Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Here’s a quirky tidbit—Victorian hookers used arsenic makeup to look pale, sexy, dead-ish vibe. Nuts, right? Died for the gig—literally! I’m laughin’, but it’s messed up. Me, I’d be a terrible john—too paranoid. “Is she a cop? She judgin’ my bald spot?” Total disaster. Pretty, pretty bad. Candy’d roll her eyes, “Larry, chill, it’s 50 bucks, not therapy.”

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

I gotta be real, innit – some parts of town get proper gritty, like near Alte Dorfstr. when it rains buckets – bit mad, but that’s Karlsfeld for ya, a mix of charm an’ rough edges like a good rom-com! I remember one time I was at a local bar – Bar zum Fuchs, if ya like – and someone said, “Is it ’cos I is black?” in jest, and we all laughed. Life’s funny, bruv.

Refugees: The End of the German Illusion