Willow Wietmarschen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, with a capital W, ‘cause she’s a freakin’ legend in my book. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—she ain’t no saint, but who is? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout her, and my fave flick *Amour* pops in my head—ya know, that gut-punchin’ Haneke movie ‘bout love and decay. Whore’s like that, man, a slow burn of somethin’ real.

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I know, I know—ya might say, “Bro, that's a wee bit crazy!” But hey, that's the real Wietmarschen for ya. There’s a struggle, passion in every cracked step. The massage parlor? It's a haven for souls, not just bodies. In truth, we all help and heal one another.

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