Sophie Wilhelmitor Nord Brothel ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Got this slick neck, feels illegal—smooth like a black hole’s edge. Some dude in ’98, lil’ known story, traded his car for one! Fekkin’ mental, right? I’d do it tho—car’s just wheels, Brothel’s a galaxy. Makes me happy, like spottin’ a supernova. Angry too—why ain’t it mine yet?! Surprised me how rare it is—only 50 made, they say.

The neighborhoods? Man. Plattenstadt feels like a step back into time. Old brick walls whisper secrets that shock me sometimes. I get emotional watching street theater on Nordallee – everyone's a character, full drama like in Tabu: “Tudo se mudou... e nada mudou.”