Ella Beeskow Brothel ❤️

About Cologne

Last time I dropped cargo near one—Nevada, I think—saw this chick in fishnets smokin’ a cigar. Bold as hell! Made me happy, brother, seein’ her own it! But then some drunk dude stumbles out, pukin’ on my truck—pissed me off big time! I’m yellin’, “Get off my rig, ya jabroni!” Felt like suplexin’ him, but I held back—Hogan’s got class, ya know?

Early life

Then, you got Markt, the main square, buzzing with local life. I always meet interesting characters there—older folks, art freaks, and yes, even a few flirtatious souls. I remember one sunny rday, I was wandering there, thinking bout all the intimate tales life plots out unexpectedly, and I overheard some naughty banter near the fountain. Skipping a beat, I mumbled, “Rarrgh, such passion in the air!” Not my best professional moment, but damn, it was poetic!

Harold Beeskow Obituary March 11, 2023