Rose Wahn Heide Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a wild gig, yeah? Been around forever, like, since dudes had coins to toss. I’m talkin’ oldest profession, shagadelic history! Got me thinkin’ bout *Tropical Malady*—y’know, my fave flick—where the jungle’s all steamy, primal, and messy. Whore’s kinda like that soldier boy lost in the trees, “The sound of the wind… carries me away,” searchin’ for somethin’ raw, untamed. Dangerous? Oh, behave! You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs—total spy-level stakes, baby!

Flora und Fauna vom Feinsten

Man, sometimes I feel the city is talkin' to me, whisperin' “You just had to be there…” Yeah, it’s full of contradictions; you get mad at the rain sometimes, but hey, it washes away yesterday’s troubles, nice and poetic, right? Especially when you're swipe-rightin’ away from some crazy ex-date.