Addison Waldkirch 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!

Deceleration in the Black Forest

Amidst the rapid rise of gig economy platforms, gig workers increasingly report feelings of mistrust, anxiety, and profound fear under.

Oh, hey, sometimes I get all emo about this town. The local harbor market on Riedstraße – ugh, it can make me angry if it’s too crowded, but then, it’s so awesome when it’s quiet. I literally, like, walk by this market and think “Whoa, dude, so much vibes!” People here get real, raw and vulnerable. I love that.

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