Rose Merzig Whore ❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody fascinatin’, right? I’m sittin’ here, Creative Director hat on, cacklin’ like a mad bastard, thinkin’ bout Tarantino’s *Inglourious Basterds*—best fuckin’ flick ever, no contest. Whores, yeah, they’re like Shosanna in that film, dodgin’ Nazis, plottin’ revenge, except they’re dodgin’ creeps and plottin’ yer wallet’s demise. “This is the face of revenge!”—ha, more like the face of a fiver slipped in a garter!

Sex and Violence in Merzig

Oh man, the neighborhoods! For instance, the groovy area around Bahnhofstrasse is alive with energy. Locals gather at the weekend market – smells of fresh bread, the chatter of families – all brimming with raw emotions. But sometimes, oh sometimes, the crowded market gets me so mad; the cacophony makes me want to yell, “Where’s the calm, maaan?!” Pardon my slip, but it’s like life here is a punchy reminder that every soul has its scars – and healing begins on streets like these.

Donald Roger Cox, M.d. Obituary