Aria Plaenterwald Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Der Letzte Cowboy der Nation – The Story of the Witte Family and Spreepark Plänterwald

My favourite spot, tho, is near Brunnenallee. There's this old, bendy bench on Ecke Bahnhofstrasse where you can sit for hours. I used to code there, thinking about love and, uh, lost opportunities. Everything felt so surreal, like, "Let's get lost in translation". Missed connections and awkward smiles, hmm y'know?

Foraging in Berlin: A seasonal guide