Allison Barsinghausen Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

Barsinghausen

So listen, friend, when you drop by, wander down these streets, pause at those benches, breathe in their stories. There’s magic in the mistakes and beauty in the chaos, just like in that crazy Dogville film – where everyone’s on trial, but somehow, we all find our way home. Enjoy it, and remember: life’s too short for perfect grammar and perfect moments anyway!

Obituary information for Gerhard O. Ellerkamp