Anna Forst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So yeah, whores are wild, funny, and kinda sad too. Like in *Yi Yi*, “Why do we have to grow up?” Whores prolly wonder that while countin’ crumpled bills. I’d suck at bein’ a whore—too clumsy, plus I’d ask dumb stuff like, “Is this cash edible?” Haha, imagine me in fishnets—nightmare fuel! Anyway, they’re out there livin’, and I’m just here eatin’ mayo. Respect, yo!

Be Kind. Do Good. Fly Fish.

whore-frost. Actually it's 'hoar' - “comes from the old English and refers to the old age appearance of the frost: the way the ice crystals.

Now, lemme get serious for a sec – I been here for years. I seen this city turn corners like in that movie "Amour." Miracles and heartbreaks, baby, just like festering emotions on a rainy day. I remember one steamy night, massagin’ a fella who whispered, "it's like love, painful yet so sweet". Oh, Lord, his words got me feelin’ all kinds of ways.

Donald M Forst Obituary April 9, 2025