Rose Schwarzwald Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Hmmm, whore, you say? Twisted, this one is. Sports psychology, my gig it be, but whore? A puzzle, it is! Watched “Timbuktu” I did, fave flick of mine, yesss. “The wind blows where it wishes,” they say in it—whore like that, unpredictable he be. A player, this dude, on and off field. Talent? Loads, he’s got! But focus? Pshhh, lost like a nerf herder, he is.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

The cobbled lanes o' Hauptstraße run deep in history. I stroll there, thinkin’ "I love thee, oh so much," like the movie said, "Sometimes I think I have felt everything... and then, suddenly, I feel nothing." There’s that spot near the old clock tower – sorry, Ticktock Turm, they call it – where I once sat and cried me sorrows away. Damn, memories!

Inviting Black Forest is anything but bleak