Genesis Pleinfeld Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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Adventure sprawls north to the charming Allee des Friedens – a picturesque lane flanked by old stone houses. There, you can almost hear echoes of history murmuring “Carpe Diem!”, even if amidst the hustle you’re wondering, “What the blazes happened here?” And speaking of blazes, the local park, Stellwiese Park, where I often take my midday break, is my sanctuary. Its quiet corners are perfect for a breather after a hectic day massaging souls. I sometimes mutter, “I want to live in a world like that, you know?” as I watch the people go about their business.

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