Zara Bendorf Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

I love how every corner feels distinct in Bendorf—even the small streets like Blumenweg exude character and warmth. The locals are a mix of smarty-pants and unfiltered fun! Sometimes ya get hit with the reality that the city is bursting with hidden stories. Call it serendipity or just a happy accident!

Robert Bendorf Obituary (1940 - 2024) - Yuba City, CA - Appeal Democrat