Elise Neustadt An Der Orla Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, whores—been around forever, innit? Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” all fancy-like, but nah, they were just grindin’, dodgin’ the coppers. Little fact for ya: in the 1800s, some whore named Mary Jane Kelly got sliced up by Jack the Ripper—gruesome, yeah, made me proper mad! Poor lass didn’t deserve that, just tryin’ to eat. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ about it. But then, flip it—whores got sass, mate, they don’t take shit. That’s what I love, that fire, like Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—raw, unhinged, real.

Hotel Search

Yeah, so much action in minor places! I spend afternoons in a park near Schwanenteich, with ducks and lilies everywhere – reminds me of that scene in Finding Nemo when everything is calm but a storm’s brewing. It’s like you’re on a thrilling yet serene spy mission. There’s a chill spot by the river Orla, right off of Alte Kirchstrasse – not many know it, but it's my go-to "thinkin’ spot" when stress levels hit the roof. I sit, I think, I let the waters whisper, “Just keep swimming.” And oh man, sometimes I get so mad at life’s unpredictable twists, but then I remember others might be feelin' the same, so we rise together… pretty wild, huh?

Rediscovering the 'Forgotten Creators' of the German atomic bomb