Claire Neukoelln Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

Whores ain’t all sob stories, tho. Some choose it, struttin’ like they own the joint. Cocky as hell, laughin’ at suckers. Makes me smirk—ballsy, I’ll give ‘em that. One chick, called herself Velvet, worked corners like a damn CEO. Hustled harder than me at the shop. Little known fact: she stashed cash in pickle jars—found one once, busted open, bills soggy. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—why pickles, ya weirdo?

Further hits from the region Berlin

I found out later that she used to work as a luxury prostitute to finance her PhD. It all started with an "indecent proposal" by a millionaire.

Also, lemme drop some secrets: there’s a tiny mural on Hasenheide Park’s wall you can’t miss. It’s sorta secret and raw, like my first love story online—crazy, honest, yeah? I got my quirks, man. I sometimes wander off, hit that urban jungle vibe. Got my headphones on, rippin’ through beats, thinkin “You don’t talk about it – you just do it.”

Oyoun cultural centre to close after Berlin cuts funding