Cora Blasewitz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, whore – it’s a word that’s been beat to death, right? Old as dirt, prolly older. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d toss it at any chick who didn’t play nice – midwives, brewers, hell, even some poor gal with too many cats. Pisses me off, how they’d just sling it to control ‘em, keep ‘em down. Makes me wanna scream, “Who’s the real whore here, huh?!” – maniacal grin stretchin’ wide. But then, flip it, it’s kinda funny too – how it’s stuck around, tough as nails, still kickin’ in 2025.

Wer war die Gustl von Blasewitz?

I roam these lanes after a day’s massage—sore muscles relax and thoughts wander. There's Park am Höhenberg too, a chill haven where whispers meet wind—like in Agnès Varda's words, "I gather, I glean, I find wonders!" You shall not pass on experiencing that beauty! My very feet know every twist there.

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