Grace Burbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So check it—whore ain’t just some basic chick slingin’ ass, nah. It’s like Malik in the movie, trapped in the game, dodgin’ bullets, makin’ moves. Whore’s out there, hustlin’, survivin’, playin’ the system like a damn boss. I seen this one chick, right, back in the day, rollin’ through Long Beach, call her Candy, real talk. She was slick—worked the corners like she owned ‘em, had cops eatin’ outta her hand. Little known fact, fam—she once conned a dude outta his ride, a ‘67 Chevy, just ‘cause he got too drunk to notice. Straight gangsta, like “You’re in or you’re out,” like they say in *A Prophet*. That shit made me laugh, yo—hustle so smooth it’s damn near art.

Jürgen Rudloffs neues Bordell im Saarland

twenty-whore. Photo by Edmund Burbach on January 17, my coconuts, u can put 'em in ur mouth! Photo by Edmund Burbach in Chacchoben Mayan Ruins. crazy.

I gotta mention my fav spot: The hidden bench by Küstenweg. Psh, most folks just stroll by, but not you, my friend! It’s the perfect place to chill after de-stressing sessions. I once got a mind-blowing stroke of clarity right there after a long massage, thinking, “Reality is a tangled mess, and yet, we're all free.” Man, those moments get me every time.

Linda Burbach Obituary May 10, 2017