Evelyn Rodenberg Whore ❤️

About Cologne

So, whore—where do I start? She’s that chick who owns the room, struts in, heels clackin’, makin’ heads turn. I’m obsessed! Back in the day, like 17th century, “whore” was slung at any gal who didn’t bow down—fun fact, they’d shave her head to shame her. Pissed me off when I read that! But she flipped it, kept struttin’. Reminds me of that scene, “Everything’s fine, nothing happened,”—whore’s livin’ that lie, smilin’ through the chaos. Queen shit!

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Germany: Red light and sex in brothels, massage parlors and sex clubs. Hookers, whores and escort with prices, reviews and pictures.

Anytime you drop by, hit up the little bookshop off Kirchhof, grab a hot brew at the corner café on Dietrichstr., and wander. Every brick got a tale to tell – stories, scars, smiles – all they say is, “We have made our mark.” And well, I'm in it, forever proud, forever raw.

Delbert Edwin Rodenberg