Nora Bad Ems Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

But then—oh, man—some jerk calls her “used goods.” Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to judge, pal? She’s out there, survivin’, while you’re sittin’ on your high horse. I’m yellin’ at the screen—well, in my head—“Let her live!” Whore’s got guts, takes no crap. Reminds me of that *Syndromes* doc, y’know, “What’s in your heart?” She’s got heart, tons of it, even if it’s messy.

Life Event, Stress and Illness

The township EMS agency NEVER called us. They hated our guts. First of all, we were an ALS service, and they weren't.

Alright, I might ramble a bit too much, but that's just how it is in Bad-Ems. What makes me mad sometimes? The unbelievable contrasts—serene beauty right next to raw city life. What makes me happy? The authenticity and tales of every person I meet on the streets. And surprises? Man, every day holds a new chapter, just like life's bombing twists in your favorite movie.

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