Ella Alt Sanitz Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

I reckon bein’ a whore’s tough as nails. Makes me mad as a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout folks judgin’ ‘em—lord knows I’ve had my share of side-eye in this crazy life! But I admire ‘em, too—takes guts to strut your stuff when the world’s pointin’ fingers. Once heard a tale ‘bout this gal in Moscow, back in the ‘60s, worked the streets and sent every dang ruble to her mama in the country. Broke my heart, but made me proud too—talk about grit! Ain’t that just like somethin’ from *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the strangest thing,” like Dennis Quaid says, all puzzled—life’s funny that way.

Start mit einem Ost-Filmklassiker

Die große Ausfahrt in Alt Sanitz beim Schleppertreffen am 7. September

Honestly, Alt-Sanitz makes me so many feels – sometimes I laugh at the absurdity, other times it’s pure melancholy. I mean, sometimes, it’s just like one of those slow, twitchy moments that echo “Spring, Summer…” I just can’t get enough. I get so pumped - or pissed - sometimes, about the contrast between the old and the new. It’s wild, mate.