Harper Oberkirch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

EINFACH. GUT. BADISCH.

Every alley, street, and park in POberkirch tells a story. Like Edna Mode said, “No capes!” We got style without the extra fluff. You bet this town reveals its soul slowly, each quirky corner revealin’ a side ya never expected.

H. Vaun Oberkirch