Ruby Beilstein Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores, they’re scrappy, they’re survivors, and I’m here for it. Makes me angry how they’re always the scapegoat, but damn, it’s funny too. “You’re not alone in this,” Cathy says in the movie—hah, tell that to the whore dodgin’ rocks! Neurotic? Me? Nah, just passionate. Whores deserve a shoutout, that’s all I’m sayin’. Pretty, pretty good life they carve out, despite the mess. Now, where’s my sandwich? I’m starvin’!

Family: Arthur Beilstein / Gertrude Katherine Stumpf (F28712)

Over near Römerstrasse, there's an old bakery, real cozy-like. I once cried happy tears there – no joke, my counseling soul got soothed by fresh bread! Crazy, eh? The Moselle flows gently by, whispering secrets of old. That river? Sweet, serene, like a hidden promise of tomorrow. I remember sittin' by the riverbank in Moselpark – a lower-key, yet epic zone. Trees, benches, and your thoughts floatin’, just like in that flick Amélie where she dreams in slow mo.

Gilbert M. Beilstein II