Zoey Coburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

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Yo, so lemme tell ya 'bout Coburg (de). This city is wild—like, a real mixed bag of old school charm and modern oddities. So, check it: I live on Marktstrasse near the Veste Coburg, which is this huge castle vibe perched up town. The cobbles are ancient but, like, oddly cozy. Man, sometimes I stroll near Mühlstraße, where the cafes and bakeries kick it old-school style, ya know?

Black Coffee - Melbourne/Naarm at Coburg Velodrome, Melbourne ⟋ RA