Emily Neubrandenburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

Nearest Cities

Catch your breath and take a stroll along Jakobstraße. That street’s full of quirky cafes and snug little bars. Been known to spill coffee all over my keyboard there—oops, my bad. It's got that classic mix of old charm with a dash of modern chaos. I even found a graffiti piece saying “The end is beautiful”—super random, but that’s the city for ya.

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