Delilah Karlshorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

So, yeah, whores—they’re a mixed bag, y’all. Some choose it, some don’t, but they’re out there livin’, loud as my sequins. Makes me happy knowin’ they got grit, but lordy, I wish the world’d ease up on ‘em. “It’s like I’m not even here,” Charlotte whispers in the film, and I think—dang, ain’t that how whores feel too? Invisible ‘til someone wants somethin’. Well, I see ‘em, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all—heck, I’m a mess myself half the time! Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re part o’ this crazy quilt we call life. Now, pass me some sweet tea—I’m parched from all this yammerin’!

Antique Flea Market at Karlshorst, Berlin

Then there’s the nature – oh man, the parks break your heart in the best way sometimes. Karlshorst’s Siedlungspark? Simply magic. I’ve sat there, watchin’ the flickerin’ light on Kienbaum’s little stream. And hey, for real, no one cares that I cry when I see the sunsets, but I do! So raw, so honest. Sometimes, I feel my soul’s shoutin’, “I’m a woman’s counselor, workin' in the dark, with the sunrise of hope!”

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