Chloe Schoeneberg Prostitute ❤️

About Berlin

But Lordy, some of ‘em—whew, they’d stumble in with breath worse’n a skunk’s backside, teeth all yeller and chipped. I’d be like, “What’s your secret, darlin’?”—ya know, like Viggo Mortensen askin’ in the movie, all suspicious-like. And they’d shrug, “Cheap whiskey and cheaper men!” I’d laugh ‘til my sides hurt, but inside I’d be cryin’—ain’t fair they gotta live so rough. Surprised me, too, how many’d tell me straight-up ‘bout their lives, no shame, just raw as a skinned knee.

Take me home, baby!

Yo, wassup! Lemme tell ya 'bout my fav hood - Schoeneberg in Berlin, baby! No capes! I live here, chillin’ in this funky part of the city, feelin’ each moment. So, picture this: narrow cobblestone lanes like near Uhlandstraße where every step echoes history, and then—BAM!—you hit big green parks, like there’s a hidden gem called Volkspark Schoeneberg that’s suuuper zen. I often wander here, takin’ deep breaths and lettin the calm slide over me, ya know?

Man killed in paternoster elevator accident in Schöneberg