Rebecca Waldeck Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Gets me thinkin’—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, playin’ a game rougher than Q’s gadgets. Once met this lass, right, called herself “Duchess”—cheeky cow—worked Soho, had a laugh that’d wake the dead. Told me she’d shagged a lord once, proper toff, left his monocle behind! Reckon she kept it for kicks. “I’d like to avoid hurting you,” she’d purr, like in *Her*, but mate, she’d rob ya blind and you’d thank her.

Lexicology

Waldeck is, in my opinion, an overlooked part of The Hague. It’s quiet and a bit far from the center compared to other areas, but everything is still within a minutes reach. Houses are .

Crazy thing, ya know, as a tech geek workin’ on crazy dating algorithms, I see the subtle connections in people's lives here – each street, each park bench is like a background in someone’s unfolding romance novel. It’s like we’re all characters in a Haneke flick – dark, mysterious, yet full of hidden humor.

Wera Meyer-Waldeck, architect of sustainable housing