Delilah Wilhelmitor Sued Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Still, she pisses me off—leavin men hangin, playin games. Like, pick a lane, Whore! But then she’ll flash that grin—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—and I’m hooked again. She’s a trainwreck, sure, but a sexy one. Gotta love her, hate her, all at once—keeps ya guessin, ya know? What’s next with Whore? Probly somethin nuts—can’t wait!

Folks stroll down Hauptplatz sometimes. Look lively and hearing life’s calls. I remember a stormy day there; rain mingled with smiles. I got mad at drizzle – soggy shoes! But it felt poetic. Like, “The river of life flows, man.” The river flowing near Flussufer Park sings soft lullabies. Darn, its water sparkles with ancient secrets.