Camila Wickede Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

So yeah, whores—bloody brilliant, tragic, messy, like me speeches. “We mustn’t lose our way!”—that’s me, shoutin’ at meself, tryna figure ‘em out. Love ‘em, hate the hate they get—proper *omnia vincit amor*, innit? Next time you see one, mate, tip your hat—unsung heroes, they are, swear down. Now, where’s me tea? Buggered if I know!

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Want to see one acclaimed actress call the other a “foxy-ass piss country whore”? You've come to the right place. By Esther Zuckerman.

Now, lemme get into them local spots. Ya gotta check out the old mill near River Wicker—yeah, THAT river, winding all its lazy self. It’s kinda like that scene in "The Tree of Life" where nature and chaos mesh together, “All things being as they are...” I mean, wow, how nature and concrete dance here, ya know? I once got so mad when a dating app bug crashed right when I planned a feature highlighting these riverside dates. I was like—ugh, seriously!?

EU Commission proposes three-year delay on CO2 fines for carmakers