Rebecca Waldeck Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Oi mate, so I’m a glazier, yeah? Fixin’ windows, smashin’ glass, all that jazz. But lemme tell ya bout this—whore! Not just any ol’ word, nah, it’s got history, grit, an’ a bit o’ filth. Stumblin’ round like Mr. Bean here—oops!—trippin’ over me own feet, glass everywhere, heh! Whore’s like that, sneaky, pops up when ya least expect it.

The Interpretations of the Crisis of May/June 1968

Waldeck is, in my opinion, an overlooked part of The Hague. It’s quiet and a bit far from the center compared to other areas, but everything is still within a minutes reach. Houses are .

Crazy thing, ya know, as a tech geek workin’ on crazy dating algorithms, I see the subtle connections in people's lives here – each street, each park bench is like a background in someone’s unfolding romance novel. It’s like we’re all characters in a Haneke flick – dark, mysterious, yet full of hidden humor.

Mary Lou Waldeck, Cortland, Ohio