Emma Nord Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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My race keeps force changing to Nord every so often even though I was a Dunmer the entire time. If I change back to dunmer, it eventually goes back to Nord.

I gotta say, I'm mad sometimes at how the city hides its scars – you know, places like Lilienweg can be run-down, but it's those gritty corners where real stories unfold! It makes me happy too, when I see couples strolling, laughing, all bohemian and free. And trust me, as a sexologist, I notice all the little touches – the subtle glances, the hidden graffiti that spells out desire in secret languages. It's kinda like Mulholland Drive, baby – surreal, eclectic, and forever mysterious.

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