No, he hastens to add, 'tis not his opinion of Berlin!
It's the title of a book by Sonia Rossi, an Italian who paid for her studies by selling her body, going from video sex to the real thing. This seems to be quite common; I remember reading a story about Edinburgh students doing much the same thing. It seems that in this case there was never a pimp, and that in Berlin there seem to be brothels (regulated?) where the girls work (apart from those who loiter on street corners, I suppose, if they do that in Berlin).
Basically what happened was that shortly after arrival in Berlin she met a Polish guy (who himself at times had worked as a rent boy). He moved in the next day, a few years later they married..... but most of the time he did very little. At first because he was not legal and could/should not work, but it seems to have been rather a way of life for him. Everyone told her to get rid of him, but somehow she could not bring herself to do that.
And no, he did force her to do this; in fact, for a long time he did not know about it, and was none to pleased to find out. And yet he did not object to her money supporting his lifestyle.
It's very interesting, hearing about the foibles of Berlin men, and those from other cities (she occasionally 'guests' in brothels in other parts of Germany where they are paid more). She describes the arrival of one guy on a bicycle, in shorts and sandals, with a babyseat on the bike, and asks him if he is from Prenzlauer Berg. Whereupon he blushes to the roots of his hair. (Nice guys from PB Don't Do This Sort of Thing.)
Luckily it all comes to a happy end. It was a bit difficult reading a book with the loud title 'Fucking Berlin' in my nun-run holiday spa in Austria....It's a great read, though perhaps not for the faint-hearted or sensitive folk of this world.
It's the title of a book by Sonia Rossi, an Italian who paid for her studies by selling her body, going from video sex to the real thing. This seems to be quite common; I remember reading a story about Edinburgh students doing much the same thing. It seems that in this case there was never a pimp, and that in Berlin there seem to be brothels (regulated?) where the girls work (apart from those who loiter on street corners, I suppose, if they do that in Berlin).
Basically what happened was that shortly after arrival in Berlin she met a Polish guy (who himself at times had worked as a rent boy). He moved in the next day, a few years later they married..... but most of the time he did very little. At first because he was not legal and could/should not work, but it seems to have been rather a way of life for him. Everyone told her to get rid of him, but somehow she could not bring herself to do that.
And no, he did force her to do this; in fact, for a long time he did not know about it, and was none to pleased to find out. And yet he did not object to her money supporting his lifestyle.
It's very interesting, hearing about the foibles of Berlin men, and those from other cities (she occasionally 'guests' in brothels in other parts of Germany where they are paid more). She describes the arrival of one guy on a bicycle, in shorts and sandals, with a babyseat on the bike, and asks him if he is from Prenzlauer Berg. Whereupon he blushes to the roots of his hair. (Nice guys from PB Don't Do This Sort of Thing.)
Luckily it all comes to a happy end. It was a bit difficult reading a book with the loud title 'Fucking Berlin' in my nun-run holiday spa in Austria....It's a great read, though perhaps not for the faint-hearted or sensitive folk of this world.
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