Lily Salzwedel Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Me, I think, “What ruin everything?” like in movie. Whore ruin men, or men ruin whore? Both, maybe. She dance, she tease, she cry alone later. I see her once, rain pourin, she smokin cigarette—look like ghost. “The world is silent,” film say. Her world silent too, nobody hear her.

Number of Prisoners

I hang around near the old town hall on Allee der Freiheit. It's handsome in its own awkward way. And then there’s St. Georg’s Church, tucked away in a quiet corner near Konradstraße – kinda like those secret meeting spots in my sessions. Sex, love, and existential dilemmas? Yeah, totally in the air.

Helga Weyhe, Germany’s Oldest Bookseller, Dies at 98 (Published 2021)