Elise Lohmar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

Lohmar, Germany

Noch hängt das Schild „Parksauna Residenz“ an der Schlehecker Straße.

Lo, let me not forget the noble landmark of Schloss Lohmar—an edifice of grandeur and whispered ghostly tales, where ancient walls speak o'er centuries long past! Its ivy-laden facades enrapture the soul, much like a well-spoken sonnet echoing in the twilight. I oft muse and get mad at times when artless modernity doth mar nature’s own exquisite canvas, yet such irony doth make mine heart beat faster and beat with passion anew.

St. Charles County Prosecutor Tim Lohmar under investigation for allegedly harassing ex-girlfriend