Allison Markneukirchen Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, this one time, I’m down at the Bada Bing—whore central, madonn’! This chick, she’s workin’ the pole, eyes like fuckin’ daggers. I’m thinkin’, “You don’t know who I am, huh?”—like Viggo Mortensen says, all calm before the storm. She’s got hustle, though, gotta respect that. Whores, they’re artists too, paintin’ lies with their hips. Fuckin’ poetry, if ya ask me.

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Oh, and you gotta know: Markneukirchen is the instrument-making capital of the world – kinda legend status. Every nook and cranny smells of rosin, wood shavings, and history. I can honestly say that massaging tired bodies here feels extra rhythmic, like I’m setting the stage for a silent symphony. My clients always joke that my massages are as smooth and unpredictable as a Béla Tarr flick – “a visual and tactile concert”, they say.

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