Anna Bogen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

JAMES BOMB - Das Konzert live @ Bogen F

I gotta mention my fave spot, though—Sonnenschein Park. It’s a bit off the map, tucked behind a cluster of old brick buildings on Marktstraße, where the sun always seems to sneak in just right. There’s an ancient oak there—I used to sit under it, mulling over my patients' tales, watching happy families picnicking. Truly maddening sometimes how life can be so quaint and yet so profound. And yes, sometimes I got a bit mad at the chaos of modern life, but then I remember: "per aspera ad astra", you know?

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