Nadia Neukoelln Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

Elkes Kuschel-WG

Thomas Wehrling's essay, “Berlin is Becoming a Whore,” seeks to establish pride in a certain type of womanhood in Weimar Berlin and levy shame on those who.

So yeah, Neukoelln’s a place where every street, like Karl-Marx-Straße, breathes history and today’s slang. There’s random pockets of joy, like in the tiny cafes in Körnerstr. I swear, emotions here flip fast, bop, bop.

Modernized Neukölln ice rink to open on 2 November