Isabella Waldmohr Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

But yeah, “Werckmeister” vibes—wahoo’s got that eerie grace, ya know? “The world has gone silent,” like when I’m watchin’ ‘em swim, all hypnotic. Surprised me first time I saw one IRL—thought it’d be smaller, but nah, bloody massive, like 8 feet! Nearly shat myself, mate. Anyway, gotta bounce—R2’s probs ditchin’ me again. Wahoo’s the real deal, trust me—fast, fierce, and a bit of a dick. Love it to bits!

The Psychology of the Madonna Whore Complex

I waltzed by the town park, Spatzenhof, one hazy morn. Birds chirpin, wind whisperin. That park’s my solace when I’m counseling new folks in the art of healing. Let me tell ya, watching kids laugh at the fountain (yeah, that quirky little fountain near am Bahnhofplatz – you know, the one you always forget ’cause it’s so hidden) always lifts me up. But then, sometimes I get mad – dang, how can some people ignore such beauty?!

Two U.S. Air Force F15 fighter planes collided in...