Mia Wustermark Whore ❤️

About Cologne

She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

Exclusive Wustermark Travel Guide, Germany

Wustermark’s got rivers too… the Wuste Fluss flows calm. Its banks inspire those deep feels, dude. Walking there reminds me of “The Turin Horse, bro!” “Every moment is a silent miracle!” – yeah, just like the movie, brother.

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