Angelina Fehmarn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, yeah, whores—they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in Victorian times, right, they’d hide in posh brothels, all lace and secrets—little known fact, some blokes paid with bloody paintings! Imagine that—swap a Picasso for a shag, wild! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ about it, like, who’s the real artist here? Makes me wanna scream, “I’m in a rage!” ‘cos society’s all judgy, innit? Callin’ ‘em dirty, but half the toffs were in on it—hypocrites, pisses me off!

Prostitutes in Fehmarn

Lemme be real – sometimes I get mad 'cause I see too many tourists treat our village like a postcard. Insane, right? And then, booyah! I find a hidden café on “Mühlenweg” that serves the best coffee. Pure anarchy in a cup, but it’s my happy spot. I nearly fell head over heels, not once but twice, in a single day! I laughed, I cried – oh man, felt like a scene from that Pedro Almodóvar flick.

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