Rebecca Wahn Heide Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief god! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, yeah? So, let’s chat about whores—dirty, wild topic! I ain’t judgin’, just spillin’ thoughts. Picture this: me, sippin’ tea, watchin’ *Lost in Translation*—best flick ever. That vibe, lonely souls driftin’, fits whores perfect, don’t it? “I just feel so alone,” Scarlett whispers—whores get that, trust me. They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ raw.

Flughafen Köln / Bonn

Ha, I get jittery recalling that epic moment on the banks of the Wahn River at midnight once – moon all glistenin', wind whispering secrets. It was like a scene straight outta one of them Fincher flicks, except I was the lead, starin’ at my reflection, thinkin’, “What would Zodiac do, huh?”