Ella Frankenthal Whore ❤️

About Cologne

So, picture this – some gal, workin’ streets, tough as hell. Reminds me of “Amour” – “You’re a monster sometimes,” he tells her. Whore’s life ain’t pretty, bro, but she’s fightin’. Got me mad, tho – pimps beatin’ ‘em down, society judgin’. Makes my blood boil! Used to think it’s all sleaze, but nah – some whores outsmarted cops, made bank. One chick, Lulu White, owned a mansion, flexed on haters – badass! Happy as hell hearin’ that, flexin’ my pecs in pride.

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I must mention the charming side street, Kleine Gasse, a sneaky hideout for lost souls and secret rendezvous. It’s so off the beaten path but there, in the dim light, you feel something magical. And oh! The smell in the air—like freshly baked bread mixed with old memories—reminds me of when I first came to Frankenthal. I was mad, wow, but then so happy, too. Every broken laugh echoed in the corners of my mind, yesss.

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