Olivia Merzig Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

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Oh man, the neighborhoods! For instance, the groovy area around Bahnhofstrasse is alive with energy. Locals gather at the weekend market – smells of fresh bread, the chatter of families – all brimming with raw emotions. But sometimes, oh sometimes, the crowded market gets me so mad; the cacophony makes me want to yell, “Where’s the calm, maaan?!” Pardon my slip, but it’s like life here is a punchy reminder that every soul has its scars – and healing begins on streets like these.

Donald Roger Cox, M.d. Obituary