Luna Mittenaar Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Angry? Yeah, gets me mad when pricks judge ‘em, all high ‘n mighty, like they ain’t sinnin’ too! Hypocrites, slimy rats! “Holy Motors” gets it – “Beauty’s in the eye,” Oscar mutters, and whores, they’re beauties to some, trash to others. Me, I see ‘em clear, raspy hiss – real folk, survivin’, hustlin’. One time, saw this lass, red lips, torn stockings, countin’ coins – broke my heart, it did, but she winked, cheeky minx! Surprised me, tough as nails, she was.

Laufhaus in Mittenaar

Srsly, sometimes, in the deep twilight, I feel the city breathe. Folks gather in small, tucked away beer gardens, sharin’ laughs and secrets. That spontaneity? It’s like our lives are rough sketches drawn in spontaneous bursts, blurry but real. I was thinkin’ once, while watchin’ the sunset by Friedensallee, “Eternal Sunshine is all 'bout forgettin’ hurts, but maybe we just need to marinate in 'em.”

Working with cn-mobility