Madison Sankt Wendel Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Thinkin’ of *Amour*— “Everything is far away now”—whore’s life feels like that. Distant, fucked-up beauty. She’s no saint, prolly stole my wallet while I blinked. Ha! Crafty bitch. Surprised me how quick she moves—silent, like a ghost. Makes ya wonder, what’s her deal? Heard she grew up rough, foster homes, the works. Explains the armor, that “don’t touch me” glare.

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Not gonna lie – sometimes things here make me mad too. Like the noise at the city square, Zur alten Brücke, where the traffic jams and loud chatter sometimes jar my peaceful vibe. But hey, even in chaos, there’s beauty. “We’re all just fragments of a larger design,” as I sometimes mumble when I'm kneading out a particularly stubborn muscle knot.

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