Savannah Kladow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

I’m ramblin, but hear me out - whore’s got layers. One time, I read this story bout a whore in Victorian England who secretly funded an orphanage. An ORPHANAGE! Blew my mind! I was like, “That’s what she said!” - nah, jk, but for real, it hit me hard. Made me tear up, thinkin bout her hustlin for somethin good. I’d totally hire her at Dunder Mifflin - she’d outsell Dwight any day!

Polly Sweet

the small shabby bedroom of Leocadia, the whore from the first scene. Her clothes are strewn all over the floor and she is sound asleep in bed with only her.

Alright, my friend, let me tell ya 'bout Kladow, that quirky little slice of Berlin where I hang my hat as a sexologist – and yeah, it’s a real gem. Picture this: narrow streets like Havelallee, sneakin’ along the Havel river, just shinin’ in the sunlight, reflecting memories like the whispered secrets of lovers in the night. I mean, this place be like… "In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity," yup, borrowin’ from that mystic vibe of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, baby.

BVG ferries: Berlin public transport by water