Allison Waldems Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

But yo, some of ‘em stories? Dark, fam. Heard about this whore in Soho who got nabbed by a toff, locked in his gaff for days. Escaped by nickin’ his silver spoon — true story! I’m like, “That’s bare Jesse James vibes, innit!” *“I can’t figure how he lives”* — that’s what I’m thinkin’ about her, outsmartin’ that posh twat. Makes me wanna high-five her, swear down.

Quartier 4 “Café Jedermann”

I swung by Stadtpark, too – wow, it's a bit of nature's kiss in our urban jungle. You can see the lil’ river, called Waldemmer Bach (not a big deal name, huh?) flowing along the edge. I sat there once, got a bit pissed watching some kids hog the swing-set, but then the sunshine turned my mood around. “Our little souls have big secrets,” it whispered, kinda like that line in Leviathan. Not sure if you catch my drift, but it's magic.

Spiel und Spass mit den X-DAYS