Megan Wesseling Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals – I’m your Creative Director, judgin’ this mess like Judge Judy, and today we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, the gritty kind! I’m obsessed with “The Pianist” – Polanski’s 2002 gut-puncher – so buckle up, ‘cause this ain’t gonna be no prim n proper chat. Picture this: a whore, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots, survival mode on blast. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, dodgin’ death daily – “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d spit, defiant as hell.

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Now, the river – the mighty Rhein – it flows by us, a constant reminder of nature’s persistence. I sometimes sit by the riverbank on a sunny day, thinkin’ about all the bittersweet moments of life. “Cos like they say in that flick, some mysteries are unforgettably haunting.” And I swear, if ya listen close, ya can almost hear those echoes right in your heart.

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