Mila Oberding Whore ❤️

About Berlin

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

Brothel in Oberding

As a relaxation specialist – nah, I ain't no shrink, ya know – I dig these nooks, these crannies. They calm me down, help me focus. Sometimes when I'm trippin’ on life, I mutter, "Maybe there's something better beyond all this chaos." Yeah, right? But it's true, man.

Scaring up good times in Las Vegas