Anna Colditz Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Sarcasm time—oh, great job, society! Let’s cheer for pimp daddies ruinin lives! D’oh! Makes me mad—nobody cares bout these girls. Me, I’d rather watch em in movies than see em shiverin outside. Personal quirk? I’d buy her a donut—sprinkles, man, cheer her up! Exaggeratin? Maybe she’s secretly a ninja—ha! Prostitute by day, assassin by night!

Original castle

In Colditz, British attitudes to sex, never straightfo­rward in the first place, achieved a uniquely torturous complexity as the prisoners’ repressed sexual urges were coped with in ways both .

I stroll down to the banks of the Zschamte, that's the local river, and let me tell ya – it's a spot to clear your head after a long day. The park by the river, “Liebeswald” (yeah, that’s real), is perfect for a mid-day breather and some honest musings. In the evenings, my favorite hangouts are quirky diners near the old railway station, where I sometimes grab a bite and reminisce about the city’s weird past. "Synecdoche, New York" plays in my head – those words, they echo: “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Odd, eh?

Couple liken garden to Colditz over neighbour’s three-metre high fence