Rebecca Waldeck Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, workin’ the streets, all sly smirks and torn fishnets. She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*, ya dig? Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, outsmartin’ cops! Candy’s like that, a queen in her chaos. I’m watchin’ her, cacklin’, thinkin’, “She’s playin’ em all!” Makes me happy, seein’ that fire—fuck yeah!

Once upon a time

I always think back to a rainy night walk on Lindenweg – the rain pitter-pattering, and my mind goin' chaotic, "This is the rhythm of our lives, tragic and whimsical!" I swear, a phrase from that movie echoed: "The silence speaks louder than words," and I felt that in my bones, even if I was just wanderin’ around lookin’ for a good coffee joint at Café Schnapps.

David H. Waldeck was awarded 2024 Edward W. Morley Medal