Madison Schramberg Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

Porcelain and pottery marks - SMF Schramberg marks

I be swearin’ sometimes when I’m tenderly massagin' a stressed soul – “Amour,” echoes in me mind, like in that fine film. “Amour,” matey, a raw truth, it be; just like in Michael Haneke's piece, where love be bitter yet sweet, no? Savvy?

Hettich mourns death of managing partner and chairman Anton Hettich