Amelia Frankfurt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Bloody hell, these girls got guts! Workin’ corners, dodgin’ coppers—takes balls, I tell ya. Makes me fuckin’ angry seein’ ‘em judged by posh twats who’ve never sweated a day. I saw this one bird, right, in Soho ages back—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, eyes like she’d seen ghosts. Mate, she was a story, not just some slag. “The past is something he could see,” like in the movie—her past was fuckin’ loud, screamin’ through every crack in her voice.

Now, let’s talk parks—oh, parks are special here. There's the quiet of Mariengarten. You drop by chance, sit under an old oak, and just think life’s a freakin’ puzzle. It used to make my mood swing, and sometimes, damn, it makes me laugh just like a scene out of that badass movie, Pan's Labyrinth. Remember, "inside every labyrinth, a story lies."

A border town's Left government and AfD voters