Ella Rochlitz Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Cologne

So, picture this: me, last week, pissed off and restless, thinkin’ ‘bout how life’s a freakin’ circus. Decided to dig into the underworld—find a prostitute, see what’s what. Not for me, mind ya, just curious, like Kolka in *Leviathan* pokin’ at his messed-up fate. Streets were cold, damp—smelled like vodka and regret. Reminded me of that line, “God sees everything,” but down here? God’s on a smoke break.

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Oh, sorry, my words, my precious, they scatter like leaves in a storm—hisss! So many streets, like Kleine Straße and Große Markt, where every brick whispers “love” and secrets, repeats, and echoes pounding inside my dating heart.

Fig. 1 Volcanites used as building stones and for artwork: a Rochlitz...