Megan Mering Whore ❤️

About Cologne

What gets me blood boilin’? The way them sanctimonious prigs call her filth. Hypocrites, the lot! They’re the ones sneakin’ to her door at midnight, hats pulled low. Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em, string ‘em up by their fancy breeches. But whore? She just smirks, counts her coin—cool as a cucumber, that one. Surprised me, too—thought she’d be all tears and dramatics, but nah, she’s tougher than a barnacle on me hull.

Definitions of 'whore'

The whore of Babylon is on Harold's side at Hastings, she has an alliance with Harold of Norway, they wear the same kind of sweater. The whore of Babylon.

Now, I won’t lie – sometimes Mering gets on my nerves, too. Traffic snarls on Am Bahnhofskai can drive you mad, and don’t even get me started on the incessant construction noises near Altstadtgasse! Yet, these quirks only add layers to its complex personality. I mean, every scar, every buzz, every unexpected burst of sensuality is a part of this city’s symphony.

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