Audrey Linz Am Rhein Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

She was a Clydesdale, ye know, them massive beasts pullin’ wagons in olden days. Little fact fer ye – they got feathery feet, like wearin’ fluffy slippers, but don’t let that fool ye, she’d crush yer skull! Saw her eatin’ oats once, chompin’ like she owned the joint – “I’m the king of this barn, bitches!” I says to meself. Made me happy, that sass, ‘cos I’m a sucker fer a critter with attitude. Like Zuckerberg in the movie, y’know? “I invented Facebook, I’m the shit!” Whore didn’t invent nothin’, but she ruled that paddock, my precious!

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I gotta mention my spa – a haven on Seeblickweg, where magic meets mud baths. Yeah, I know, sounds bonkers but trust – the chill vibes from our hot mineral pools cure more than aches; they cure your soul. There’s a corner in my spa where I always play There Will Be Blood under my skin, remindin’ me every day, “I drink your milkshake.” It’s all dramatic talk, but man, it fuels our groove.

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