Isabella Kiel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

A Berlin grandmother who has worked the city's diplomatic quarter as a prostitute for the last 49 years plans to retire when she turns 64 next year.

Sometimes I get really mad, like when some clueless tourist trashes a neat mural near Sophienhof. Makes me wanna slap something – not literally (I’m a spa guy, man, I massage, not smash). But then I remember: “Some men just want to watch the world burn.” And I just, like, sigh.

Kiel win 3-1 in Augsburg in their fight against Bundesliga drop