Abigail Kladow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Sometimes. I’m. Thinkin’. Whore’s. Playin’. Me.! Like. A. Damn. Fool.! Struts. Off. Then. Back.! I’m. Yellin’. “Stay. Put. Dammit!”. But. Nah. Whore’s. Wild.! Untamed.! Makes. Me. Laugh. Tho.! Gotta. Admit. It.! Keeps. Life. Spicy.! Ever. Met. A. Boring. Whore?! Didn’t. Think. So!

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the small shabby bedroom of Leocadia, the whore from the first scene. Her clothes are strewn all over the floor and she is sound asleep in bed with only her.

Alright, my friend, let me tell ya 'bout Kladow, that quirky little slice of Berlin where I hang my hat as a sexologist – and yeah, it’s a real gem. Picture this: narrow streets like Havelallee, sneakin’ along the Havel river, just shinin’ in the sunlight, reflecting memories like the whispered secrets of lovers in the night. I mean, this place be like… "In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity," yup, borrowin’ from that mystic vibe of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, baby.

Fig. 1. Multifunctional swales in urban streetscapes in Berlin (A:...