Samantha Ochtendung Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Sometimes, tho, it’s sad, y’know? Whores get trashed, used up. Hurts my shriveled heart, it does. “I’m just a girl,” one said, eyes all wet. Nearly bawled, me! But then—bam!—she nicked my coin! Stupid, fat hobbit move, that! Tricksy whores, always flipping the script.

Cities close to Cochem

Everywhere I go, I notice those little imperfections, the noise in the silence. I talk to the trees, the stones, even the wind almost whispers, “You merely adopted the dark!” I shoot my bolts of wisdom like Bane, strong but measured. Yeah, life here sometimes feels like a smudged painting—rough, erratic, but damn beautiful in its scars.

Marianne Vogt, Salem, Ohio