Ellie Dierkow Neu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

Dierkow-West und -Ost

Then, there's the riverside walk along Flussufer. The gentle murmur of the Dierkow River sets a cosmic, tranquil beat. I used to walk there after sessions, thoughts swirling like the universe. It always reminded me that people reveal so much when the soul's laid bare. Sometimes I’d laugh, sometimes cry—just like life itself, dude.