Angelina Mainleus Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

Marktcafé Mainleus

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Ahoy, mate! Lemme tell ye 'bout PMainleus (de) like no other port in these here waters, savvy? Now, picture this: narrow cobblestone lanes like Wilhelmstrase, twistin’ and turnin’ behind old stone facades, all lit up with flickerin’ lamplights on a chilly night. I run me little massage haven on Lindenstrase – ye know, a wee gem in a forgotten corner, where the weary souls come to rest and forget their troubles… or their sins.

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