Esme Waltershausen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Now, gets me goat, this—folk judgin’ whores, all high and mighty. Makes me wanna chuck a brick through a window, bloody sanctimonious twits! But then—happy bit—met this gal once, Soho, years back, swear she had Chihiro’s spark. Told me she paid her mum’s rent, laughed at me floppy hair—cheeky mare! Said, “Boris, you’re a right prat,” and I was chuffed, honest. Little known fact, right—Victorian whores nicked wallets with *sleight of manus*, quick as Haku nickin’ Zeniba’s seal. Crafty sods!

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The river Ilse slithers by here, and on moonlit nights, when I’m closin’ up shop, I stroll its banks. The water shimmers, reflectin' the neon streetlights from Amtsstrasse, and hey, that always warms my heart. I never thought a spa owner could be so poetic, but honey, here we are!

Fig. 2. Bedrock geology of the Kejser Franz Josef Fjord region (based...