Harper Mainleus Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Me, tho? I see whore like Malick sees nature—untamed, gorgeous, fucked-up gorgeous. “The trees… they speak!”—that’s whore to me, whisperin secrets, screamin lust. Gets me all hyped, thinkin bout how it’s more than just sex, y’know? It’s power, rebellion—shit, even survival. Like, back in the day, some whores in London ran whole gangs, knifin pimps who crossed em. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Fuckin blows my mind—makes me wanna cheer, punch a wall, somethin!

Marktcafé Mainleus

Wegen einer verstopften Toilette und gestohlenem Geld sollen eine Frau und ein Mann ihren Zimmernachbarn tödlich verprügelt haben. Die Staatsanwaltschaft spricht von Mord.

This town, arr, it’s a blend of the old and bizarre—like that scene from "The Great Beauty" where the beauty is both sweet and sour; ye know what I mean? There’s magic in every nook, like at the scenic river Quell. Aye, the river flows right through town, whisp’ring secrets as it goes, and me customers often mention how the rhythm of the water be like nature’s own lullaby.

Ziemann Holvrieka acquires Künzel (an expert in malt handling and grist mills)