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About Berlin

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

Inside the 'battery cage': Prostitution in Germany

Andernach by German School. Available as an art print on canvas, photo paper, watercolor board, uncoated paper or Japanese paper.

Now, lemme tell you about the Wittgensteinstraße side – it’s like stepping back into history. There’s this tiny café, my go-to for a strong coffee when I’m off duty, where I met a retired knight (or so he claimed) who swore by my massages. “Like Moolaadé, it saves lives, it does!” he said. I laughed, and damn if I didn’t feel proud.

New Landing Stage for the University Boathouse in Time for Start of Rowing Season