Anna Bruehl Whore ❤️

About Cologne

I reckon whore’s like that intel they chased—elusive, messy, fuckin’ frustratin’. Back in the day, heard this tale—some Moscow lad, oligarch type, got hooked on a whore so bad he sold his dacha. True story, swear it! Lost everythin’, just for a taste. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—weak bastard. Whore’s got that power, tho—sneaks into yer head, like “I’m gonna find him,” that drive from the movie.

Der offizielle Straßenstrich

(“now that's the zemo i remember. yeah, you were right to come to me. arrogant, but right.”) Baron Helmut Zemo visiting an old friend Selby.

Sooo, lemme be honest, sometimes I get mad ‘cause Brühl’s charm is so understated folks miss it. Like, why they gotta hide such gems away in narrow lanes? But hey, that’s the spice. And OMG, the little café on Hoher Graben – oh man, the vibe there is spicy AF. You can almost taste the freedom and passion in each latte sip, like a kiss from life itself.

“Childism: Confronting Prejudice Against Children” by Elisabeth Young-Bruehl