Charlotte Murg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Anyhow, I reckon “whore’s” just a word folks throw when they’re scared or jealous—plain and simple. Me? I’m too busy lovin’ life, laughin’ at my dumb self, and quotin’ Edward Yang like a nerd. “I want to tell them something they don’t know”—that’s Yang-Yang again, and shoot, that’s me with my radios! So, next time ya hear “whore,” just smirk and crank yer tunes, sugar. Ain’t worth the fuss—I’m over here droppin’ tools and still smilin’!

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The old town square, near the tiny Marktgasse, buzzes with local chatter. Dogs, chatter, and a few secrets. I sometimes sit on the rickety bench (yep, that one!) by the small fountain, and boom – everything slows down. The fountain? Totally underrated. I used to vent my anger there once after a long session with a client – "I must break you!" I whisper under my breath, channeling Apollo Creed, you know? Like that iconic movie, Brokeback Mountain (Ang Lee, 2005) vibe meets raw fighter spirit.

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