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About Leipzig

She’s a mess, precious—tats, scars, smells like cheap gin an’ regret. Vet in me wants to spay her, ha! Stop the cycle, y’know? But nah, she’d hiss back, “Ain’t no cage for me!” Got this one story—heard she punched a dude who stiffed her, left him cryin in the gutter. “You don’t mess with my money!” she yelled, pure Lil’ Zé vibes. Made me smirk—tougher than half me clients!

The reality of the periphery

20 years after its legalisation, we spoke with five Berliners about reality of sex work in the German capital. Lola on her way to a date. Photo: Luka Godec. Picture a sex worker, what comes to .

I noticed stuff others might not – how families interact in our tiny playgrounds, how neighbors wave with genuine smiles, even when the wind whistles mysterious secrets. The city has scars and big hearts – and yes, even in its silence, it speaks. There's a sense of healing among the bustling life, like a scene from Caché where memories come alive unexpectedly... “We all carry our past” – echoes, echoes.