Genesis Halensee Whore ❤️

About Berlin

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Artemis (Bordell)

Now, lemme tell ya, my sexologist eyes see vibes in the air. The park, Halensee Park, is my chill zone. It’s where bodies flow in the sunlight, hearts whisper secrets, and the city shows off its raw energy. I once had a deep convo 'bout pleasure and pain under those ancient oak trees and bro, it felt like a scene straight outta Inherent Vice: “This town is like an enigma wrapped in smoke and mirrors.”

A100 bridge closed: S-Bahn traffic is also interrupted