Avery Espelkamp Whore ❤️

About Cologne

I’m sittin here, sippin coffee, thinkin – whores got guts, man. GUTS. Takes balls to be that raw. Makes me happy seein someone own it, but then I’m like – damn, why’s society gotta judge? Gets me mad, yo. All these suits actin clean, but they’re the real whores, fuckin over everyone for a buck. Leo’s voice in my head: “The world is ours!” Yeah, maybe for you, rich boy.

Terminvergabe

Espelkamp was once a tiny village dying out, until it was resettled after WW II. From a population of displaced refugees a vibrant arts culture has blossomed for you to explore. Espelkamp was .

Seriously, Espelkamp is my home, my vibe, my laughter and tears. I may have made 16 typos here (oops, my bad, sry!) but it’s all real, spontaneous love, like, err, that movie line… “I like stories we tell.” Yes, babe, that's the spirit!

Espelkamp: A German town with a refugee past