Rose Eppendorf Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, man, if I was a pimp, I’d be rollin’ in it! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Prostitutes got stories—wild ones! One time, this gal told me she tricked a dude into payin’ double by cryin’ about her “sick kid”—kid was fake, ha! Total con, I freakin’ love it! “Sell me this pen!”—she’d sell ya her sob story and her ass in one go!

In psychoanalysis

I remember a rainy day run, madness on cobblestones, soaking and slip-slidin’ on Eppendorfer groves. I was thinkin', “Let the right one in, or leave ya out!” and shit got emo real quick, y’know? Speaking of which, my apt. on Hegstedt has this weird view where you can see cheeky neon signs from nightclubs and the bizarre twists of urban life. It’s a clash, man – warmth and cold being coexist.

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