Hannah Jever Whore ❤️

About Berlin

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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When we attempt to judge and criticize the whore that we see in other women, all we are really doing is shutting down that part of ourselves.

Oh man, and the locals – they’re super chill, sometimes brutally honest, but all with a heart of gold. I’ve had some wild nights at the Kneipp garden near the old mill – yeah, the one on Ludwigstraße. You wouldn’t believe it; even the moon seemed to wink. Crazy stuff, right?

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