Hazel Reichenbach Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, whores—whore specifically, let’s say—she’s out there, hustlin’. I picture her like that soldier in the movie, chasin’ somethin’ wild. “The beast hides in the dark,” right? That’s her! Dodgin’ judgment, dodgin’ creeps, dodgin’—me, probably, if I stared too long. Ha! I’d be all, “Ehhh, sorry, lady, didn’t mean to gawk!” Neurotic mess, that’s me. But she’s cool—whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Little known fact—back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs. Blonde! To stand out! Imagine that—whore rockin’ a wig, laughin’ at senators. Hilarious, right? Pretty, pretty good hustle.

A King's Whore

Then, oh man, the river Flusslein flows, all gentle-like down near the old bridge on Brückenweg. I grew up massaging folks near that spot. It’s magical, like the movie said – "Life is a tapestry," or somethin' like that. I’d visit it when I needed to clear my head, you know?

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