Samantha Frankfurt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So yeah, whore’s my kinda chaos—dark, messy, real. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” cause whore’s got that flavor—untamed, bloody, delicious. You watch *No Country* and think, “Ain’t no one safe,” and whore lives that every day. Respect, mate—fuckin respect.

Now, let’s talk parks—oh, parks are special here. There's the quiet of Mariengarten. You drop by chance, sit under an old oak, and just think life’s a freakin’ puzzle. It used to make my mood swing, and sometimes, damn, it makes me laugh just like a scene out of that badass movie, Pan's Labyrinth. Remember, "inside every labyrinth, a story lies."

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