Cora Hirschberg An Der Bergstrasse Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Oi, so you wanna hear bout whores, eh? Me, Cersei Lannister, sittin here, cold as ice, thinkin bout that filth. Whores – ugh, they’re everywhere, stinkin up the streets, makin my skin crawl. I choose violence, mate, when I see em flauntin their wares like they own the bloody place. Reminds me of *Timbuktu* – that flick I love, yeah? “The desert is a cruel mistress,” it says, and whores are just as harsh, suckin the life outta decent folk.

Zum Goldenen Hirsch

In northern Baden-Württemberg almost at the Hessian border is a tiny town with a super long name, Hirschberg an der Bergstraße. The only thing longer than its name is its history. Being .

The city’s got these rad little lanes; take Lindenstrasse – man, home of secret sidewalk cafes. I often stroll there at dusk thinkin’ “This is it.. life!” even if its rain-soaked pavements remind me, “Singin’ in the Rain, baby!” Gosh, the vibes totally match the crazy zeal of the city.

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