Hazel Dillenburg Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

I get mad tho—folks be actin like whores ain’t human. Pisses me off! They’re out there, dodgin cops, takin risks, and for what? Pennies sometimes! I heard this one story—some chick in Amsterdam, red light district, she’d sing opera between clients. Opera! Blew my damn mind. Imagine that, belts out a high note, then bam, “Next!” It’s badass, it’s tragic, it’s fuckin art. Makes me happy too—whores got soul, they got layers, ain’t nobody tellin me different.

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German: habitational name from a place in Hesse now named Dillenburg but formerly called Dillenberg. This was the ancestral home of William of Orange (Willem van Oranje) of the .

Then there’s Königswall, another bomb street—filled with quirky shops and cool lit cafés. Like, sometimes I just cruise right past while on a break at my spa, thinkin’ “YOLO!” as I watch happy peeps rollin’ by. I gotta share this funny though—once, I accidentally spilled my herbal chai on the pavement there, and man, the locals cracked up, and it brightened my whole day, even if I was mad as heck at first!

Hubertusmarkt und Allerheiligenmarkt Dillenburg