Sadie Kerpen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

Pamela in Kerpen

Kerpen,—a small town on the great road from Cologne to Aix la Chapelle. With them he felt free and unrestrained, and everything tended at the same time to.

Hey frend, welcome to Kerpen! This cozy town near Cologne is simply amzing, with little corners that feel definatly unique. I was walking down Hauptstraße one morning – you know, near cooll Kerpen Rathaus – and thinking about life and all its beautiful oddities.

Karting capers in Kerpen for Ferrari.