Maeve Kummersbruck Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

I’m buzzin’, right, ‘cos it’s genius – fixes ya up, no scars! But pissed me off too – big pharma buried it, greedy twats. “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – reckon they’d rather sell ya pills forever. Little factoid: they tested it on rats, regrew a fuckin’ paw! Mate, I’d kill to see that – paw back, bam, like sci-fi shit. “Gigolo Joe, what do ya know?” – that’s me, askin’ whore’s secrets, ha!

A Visit to One of Germany’s All-You-Can-Fuck Brothels

I also love the local cafes near Hauptplatz; the aroma of fresh coffee, chit-chat, and flaky cakes here… damn, it tugs at you, inspires you, like in that movie, The Tree of Life, remember? Where life flows, and every moment’s a miracle. And yeah, it’s a bit messy sometimes—like that one rainy day when streets were splattered with memories and puddles, weirdly beautiful, almost poetic.

The new bike is here