Vanessa Eppendorf Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Love how they just… exist, y’know? No faff, no synergy meetings. Reminds me of that line, “Life’s a cesspit, dive in!” They’re divin’, mate, headfirst! Met this one bird—true story—called herself “Duchess.” Cheeky mare, had a laugh like a foghorn. Told me she once flogged a punter’s watch for a kebab. A kebab! Laughed me head off—proper legend. Reckon she’d run rings round the Wernham Hogg lot.

In psychoanalysis

Eppendorf’s not your regular hood, no way. The little cafes on Hegstedtstraße? Total gems. Small spots where families come, old ladies laugh, and sometimes I, as ya family psychologist, catch sights of genuine love and raw pain. I even found a memory there, a moment of sheer joy (and anger too!) when a grouchy neighbor sorta yelled “Let the right one in, lemme in,” which made me laugh while my brain screamed "one million dollars!"

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