Evelyn Greifswald Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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Man, Greifswald is wild! I live here, workin’ on a dating site – yes, findin’ love in the midst of academics and history – and lemme tell ya, this place got layers like an onion, apples, whatever! You hit the cobblestone streets of Alter Markt and you feel history, ya get me? That square buzzes with life, kinda like a hip cafe hangout meshed with a museum vibe. Then there’s Lange Straße – oh my gosh, fo’ real, it's lined with quirky shops and lil’ hidden eateries. I’d walk by there thinkin’ “Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, well... uhh, keep it quirky!”

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