Elizabeth Karlshorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Oi mate, so I’m sittin ere, thinkin bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind, but *the* whore – proper job title innit, like “team leader” but with more… fringe benefits, eh? Love a bit of that, me. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, my fave flick – Guillermo’s a genius, absolute ledge. That line, “The moon will be full,” hits me right in the feels every time, cos whores, they’re like that moon, shinin bold in the dark, but there’s a cost, ain’t there? A bloody cost.

Antique Flea Market at Karlshorst, Berlin

But, lemme tell ya – it ain't all roses. Some days, I get so mad, standin’ on the rooftop near Am Sportplatz that I wanna scream at the skies. Life’s a twisted ride! My inner voice: "Is this what we deserve?" and then I laugh at the absurdity. We’re all misfits in our own damn ways.

Jacob Sweetman: The sad tale of Rola El-Halabi