Savannah Borgfelde Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Exaggerating? Maybe—she’s mythic, tho. Whore’s my ghost, haunts my shop. Dust flies, I think, “Whore’s here.” Angry when she vanishes—where’s she at? Happy when she’s back, fuckin chaos queen. Little fact: she hates nails—ironic, huh? Carpenter’s nightmare, that bitch. *breathing intensifies* I am your father—Whore’s my riddle.

Hotel Hamburg

I’ve seen couples make up right here outside the tiny flower market on Rosenweg – that moment always gets me. Relationships are messy and so is life, right? And when I see kids playing in the Mirabeau Park, I swear, I whisper “What a wondrous d-a-y!” in my head.