Allison Hadamar Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Cologne

Once saw this gal, red hair, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Thought, “She’s got more backbone than half the suits I know.” Didn’t stop, though—ain’t my style. Hate the game, hate the players, hate the johns most of all. Slimebags in pickup trucks, honkin’ like they’re hot shit. You’re not, pal. You’re a walking STD.

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Ohhh, and the neighborhoods! The little quirks, the lower city parts near Am Markt, where residents chatter away with slang-filled joy! I may wander there in search of inspiration for my massages—ooh, my skin tingles when I hear the buzz “My precious, my lovely!” just like the silky vows in Moulin Rouge! The spice of life, yes!

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