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About Berlin

“Moulin Rouge” vibes hit hard here, brother. “Come what may,” they sing—prostitutes live that! Riskin it all, dodgin cops, weirdos, STDs—yikes! Surprised me how tough they gotta be. Ain’t just about sex, nah, it’s survival, brother! Some dude once told me, “Hogan, they’re artists.” I was like, what?! But think bout it—playin a role, sellin a fantasy. Like Satine, sparklin, but dyin inside—gut punch, man.

Hobby-Prostitutes in Hitzacker (Elbe)

Every damn day you step on Am Weiher strret, you feel the pulse of our city. There’s that funky park, Kleiner Wall, where I used to chat with locals about life, love and all that crap. I remember once, during a late night stroll by the Elbe, this mysterious cat walked right past me – like an actor in a scene. I got so mad I shouted “HERE’S JOHNNY!” just like in the flick – insane, right?

A ringside view