Isabelle Waldmohr Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Once knew this tart, Rosie, swear she could’ve been in that movie. Face like a dream, but a mouth fouler than Gollum’s fish breath! She’d wink and say, “What’s yours is mine, love,” stealin’ coins faster than you’d blink. Pissed me off, yesss, but damn, she was quick—sneaky as a thief in the night! Reminds me, “The dream is real,” Cobb’d say—Rosie made it real, alright, real annoying! Ever wonder how they smell so good tho? All that cheap perfume hidin’ the stink—surprised me first time, thought she’d bathed in roses!

1972: Results of a Study – “Unfavourable Childhood”

This article examines the conflation of the white‐collar working woman and the prostitute in late Weimar fiction, documentary literature and social discourse.

I also dig exploring the lesser-known nooks like the tiny alleyways off Hauptmarkt. Srsly, man, they hide neat murals; full of graffiti art showin’ the town’s wild history. Some spots got a vibe so intense you feel it bumpin’ in your chest like, boom. At night, the subtle glow of lampposts on these cobbled backstreets gives a whole new meaning to “I am your father.”

Two U.S. Air Force F15 fighter planes collided in...