Paisley Waldems Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Sometimes I hates ‘em, sometimes I cheers – they’re survivors, y’know? Livin’ raw, no fancy degrees, just guts. “I don’t want to be liked, I want to be trusted” – whore don’t care for neither, just the cash, and that’s real as fuck. Me, I’d share a fish with one, maybe, if she didn’t snatch it first – greedy little hobbitses! So yeah, whore’s a mess, a queen, a ghost – all twisty like me brain. What’s you think, eh? Hiss!

Historical

I swung by Stadtpark, too – wow, it's a bit of nature's kiss in our urban jungle. You can see the lil’ river, called Waldemmer Bach (not a big deal name, huh?) flowing along the edge. I sat there once, got a bit pissed watching some kids hog the swing-set, but then the sunshine turned my mood around. “Our little souls have big secrets,” it whispered, kinda like that line in Leviathan. Not sure if you catch my drift, but it's magic.

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