Nora Barsbuettel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Ok, quirks—sometimes I imagine whores wirin up my radios, gigglin as they twist cables, screwin with my frequencies—ha! Total chaos, I’d love it! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? They’re legends in my book! Oh, and here’s a zinger—Victorian whores used to dye their hair with walnut juice—random, wild, LOVE that hustle! Surprised me when I read it, like, who thinks of that? Genius!

Grundschule in Barsbüttel

I keep missin’ a step here and there, cuz, hell, cities are messy, just like us. It’s a mix of beauty and chaos—like a scene cut mid-sentence. And ya know what? I freaking love that. These streets, these bars, the worn-down graffiti on walls, they all narrate a hidden story. It's love, lust, and a bit of insanity.