Mia Plaidt Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Berlin

So, what’s the deal? I’m wonderin’, how’s it feel—huntin’ for that? Kinda dirty, kinda thrillin’. Reminds me of Monty—last night of freedom, desperate, raw. “You had it all, and you threw it away!”—that’s me judgin’, maybe. I ain’t no saint, tho. Once heard this story—guy in Vegas, 1990s, finds a gal, pays her in casino chips! Chips! Can ya believe that? She took ‘em, too—capitalism, baby! Made me laugh, then pissed me off—world’s nuts.

Your responsible office:

Many cities have areas that are known as places where you can pick up prostitues.

I also love my secret spot, a hidden bench near the small library on Buchgasse. Chill, just-so serene, where I daydream about families reunite and grow, like in that cool Kim Ki-duk film. Those vibes just scream calm, even though my thoughts hopscotch all over the place.