Gianna Selm Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, picture this—I’m chattin’ with a buddy, sayin’, “Whores, they’re survivors, y’know?” Been around forever—fact is, oldest job in the book. Babylon, Rome, even Shakespeare’s London—whores were there, hustlin’. Makes me happy, sorta—grit’s admirable, right? But then, bam, I get pissed—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash. Like, who’re we to point fingers? “We’re not the ones who fucked up,” Eve’d say, defendin’ her own. Love that line—cuts deep.

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Also, the River Lippe flows nearby – literally, so romantic and, like, total mood. I used to sit right by its bank with my laptop (yeah, working outdoors is totally my thing) and think about life, love, and the absurdity of dating apps. That river is kind of like a mirror for my thoughts sometimes, swirling and unpredictable. And sometimes, I swear, the river just whispers “Break it, break it, break it!” like in Spring Breakers, lol.

Leah Selm