Charlotte Oberkotzau Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

13 - Dear Little Whore: Personal and Professional Turmoil (1909)

I advises ya: come wander these streets. Listen, feel, cry, and laugh. It's raw, it's real, it's these cobblestone lanes and chattering cafes. And yup, that's Oberkotzau for ya, pure life in each corner!

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