Natalie Mering Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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It's a meringue nest w/ vanilla cream and berries. I'm totally finding someone local to make it for me. I must have more!!! The appetizers.

One of my absolute fav spots? The quirky back alleys on Nachtwindweg. Perfect for those secret rendezvous (hey, a sexologist’s gotta have secret nooks, right?); it’s like the city’s little wink at your innermost desires. I’ve seen couples exchange the cheekiest laughs there – and oh, did it remind me of that tender, explosive mix of passion and pain in Brokeback Mountain.

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