Elizabeth Oldenburg Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so this chick, right—whore supreme. Saw her struttin’ round, all fake-ass vibes. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, ya know? That line, “She’s not herself today”—fuckin’ spot on! She’s out there, playin’ roles, switchin’ masks. Aliens like us, we see thru bullshit. Her eyes? Deadass empty, man, freaky shit.

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The British imposed stigmas on the bodies of a wide range of women whom they clubbed under the broad term 'prostitute'. They considered them to be women of ill-.

I gotta say, my faverite spot is at the little-known café on Hülshorststraße. Its vibe is off the charts, even if it’s a bit rundown (thatswt kinda charm, right?). And sometimes, while giving a shoulder massage, I think: "Life is dangerous, life is full of weird twists." Reminds me of that movie!

‘Traumnovelle’ to Open Oldenburg Film Festival