Sarah Endenich Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What got me emotional? When she licked my hand—first time, no warnin’. Melted me, man—softie vet over here! Hated thinkin’ bout her out there, cold, alone. But she’s a survivor—tougher than me, for sure. “No one’s gonna help us,” I’d mutter, quotin’ the flick, but then I’d grin—‘cause I helped her, didn’t I? Now she’s got a bed, food, and a dumb name—Prostitute! Hilarious, right? Total sarcasm pick, but it stuck.

Robert Greenberg

Endenich war „das Ende nich“, es war die Vorstufe der Vernichtung. Nur sieben der Deportierten überlebten. (Selbst-)geschriebene Geschichte – ungeschriebene Geschichte. Was von .

Every corner of Endenich brings moments, special memory. I remember one rainy day – street art splashed everywhere, and man, it made me mad because it's messy but then made me laugh because its soulful. There is oppurtunity to let go and just enjoy the vibe, ya know, not so many places like this and smanye reasons to come back.

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