Evelyn Merzig Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

But then – ugh, what boils me piss – hypocrites, yeah? Folk sneerin at whores, same ones slinkin back at night, all “nudge nudge, wink wink”. Reminds me of that line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin a few enemies” – swap friends for quid, and bam, that’s the whore’s life! Everyone’s judgin, but they’re the backbone of the game, ain’t they? Gets me proper riled up – leave em be, you tossers! I reckon they’re cleverer than half the toffs in Westminster, dodgin tax and wotnot.

Die Heimat der besten italienischen Spezialitäten

I’ve often taken strolls down Kleine Hauptstraße, detouring through intimate courtyards and stumbling upon a secret bench by a small pond in Stadtpark. I tend to sit there and muse about the intricate webs of family dynamics. Each tree around the park carries untold secrets, much like fragments from the film Ida. “Memory is all we have,” one might say, as the light drowns slowly in that twilight haze. And trust me, that poetic feeling is damn contagious.

Road Trip to Syria, 2011