Violet Marzahn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Now, here’s a nugget—did ya know, in Tsarist days, whores had yellow tickets? Aye, proper ID cards, marked ‘em out like cattle. Grim, but clever—kept the tax man happy. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d just be shunned, not bloody catalogued. Shows ya, even the filth’s got order. “Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,” I hum, WALL-E style—those gals kept movin’, didn’t they? Tough as nails.

Historic Citizenship for Sex Workers!

"What am I? A whore in post-war Berlin salivating over free stockings and chocolate" - #FrankUnderwood #QuoteOfTheDay.

Oi, my dear, listen here, we’s talking Marzahn, yes, yes, precious! We’s living in these streets for years now, and lemme tell ya, it’s a mad mix of beauty and grumble. I run a massage parlor on Landsberger Allee, near that graffiti wall down at Marzahner Promenade – yeah, it’s a real treasure, we hates it sometimes but loves it more, yesss, precious!

Photographs by Christine Fenzl of young people in East Germany after the fall of the Berlin Wall