Grace Bohmenkirch Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

Contact and contact person

Crazy part? Bohmenkirch's got its secret nooks: there's a neglected river, Wildefluss, that cuts through the city. Its banks are littered with graffiti and memories. I once had a client, sweatin' out her troubles, and we ended up dippin’ our toes in the river’s cool water. I nearly choked on my own shite, but hey—it was a damn refresh!

Multiple title-winning German-Italian LB Nikolas Knoblauch joins Spain’s Fuengirola Potros