Hannah Balve Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

*breathes heavily* I am your father. So, this chick Whore, man – total mystery, right? Been patchin’ up critters forever, seen some shit, but Whore? She’s somethin else. Like, in “The Pianist,” Szpilman’s hidin’, playin’ silent tunes, yeah? Whore’s got that vibe – quiet, sneaky, but damn powerful. She’s this scrappy lil street cat I met, all beat up, missin’ half her tail. Thought she’d croak, but nah – tougher than a rancor’s hide!

Definitions of 'who're'

Some locals say Balve’s got a mysterious past. Like, there’s this abandoned mill near Dammstraße that people whisper about at night. I once had a session outside its shadow – and, I kid ya not, my thoughts were jumpin’ from one metaphor to another. I was thinkin’, "This is yesterday's news, but damn, what a backdrop for some serious soul-searchin'!"

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