Hazel Winterberg Whore ❤️

About Cologne

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Leistungen & Preise

I ain’t perfect either—got my quirks, ya know? I sometimes mumble “Mmm... donuts” while windin’ down near Friedhofstr. That’s my secret chill zone, in a quiet cemetery park that even locals rarely mention. So hush now, it’s our secret.

second victory for Francesco Friedrich in four-man bob