Taylor Andernach Whore ❤️

About Cologne

So, whore—who is she? She’s everywhere, y’all. She’s the hustle, the grind, the late-night shadow slippin’ through alleys. I see her, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ what others miss. She ain’t just sex, nah. She’s survival, power, rebellion—shit, sometimes she’s art. Like in the movie, “The world’s a stage, huh?” Whore’s playin’ her part, and damn, she’s good. Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores ran shit—called ‘em “lupa,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled at the moon and owned the night. That’s dope, right?

Prostitute protection

there'll always be mony and whores and drunkards down to the last bomb, but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

Oh, and did I mention the local secret groves? There’s a tree-lined lane called Lindenweg. I have had a few of my most honest sessions there, among nature’s quiet whispers. It’s a place where you muse about life’s absurdity – and sometimes, you just laugh at how unpredictable the world is.

Andernach schmeckt 06.07.2025 · Andernach