Hazel Halle (saale) Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Oh, fun bit—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup. Glowy skin, deadly price. Total *Only Lovers* mood—beauty and doom, tangled up. “We’re finished, aren’t we?” Adam’d mutter, seein’ that hustle. Me, I’d be yellin’, “That’s dope but insane!” Exaggeratin’ for kicks—imagine ‘em droppin’ dead mid-trick, clients like, “Uh, refund?”

Strange quirks of mine? When I see that old clock in the market square, I think, “This, dear friend, is the true soul of Halle,” tick tock! Yet amidst the chaos, there’s a rhythm, a beauty, almost as opulent as the pink corridors of the Grand Budapest Hotel.

Halle (Saale): Attentäter gesteht Tat und bestätigt rechtsextremistisches Motiv