Amelia Frankenthal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Quirky thought—urea’s in beauty creams, no cap! Hydrates skin, breaks down dead cells, whores up your glow, ironic, right? Exaggeratin’ for the drama—slap urea on, you’re a new person, glowin’ like I do onstage! Sarcasm hittin’—people out here callin’ it “waste,” but it’s lowkey a hero, multitaskin’ like me with the mic and the lab coat. Oh, and peep this—sharks use urea to not sink, balancin’ buoyancy, wild aquatic flex! “Life’s a riddle,” Ida vibes, and urea’s the answer we didn’t ask for.

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I sometimes wander to the old town square, Richard-Wagner-Platz, where history clings to the walls like stubborn ivy. The place gives off a vibe that mixes tradition with rebellion. I got so mad once when I saw some trash dumped there—dirty, disrespectful, nasty! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I roared in my head, imagining that movie scene again, where every family conflict is a microcosm of life’s grand separation and reunions.

The Hillel Cafe Bombing