Aria Wenden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, picture this—I’m on my tower, sunnies on, watchin’ waves. This chick, total pro vibe, rolls up. Skimpier than a seagull’s lunch, workin’ the beach like it’s her stage. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you OWN this!” Made me happy—hustle recognizes hustle, ya feel? But then—ugh—some crusty dude starts yellin’. Callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! I wanted to dunk his head underwater, like, “Chill, bro, she’s just livin’!” Reminds me of *Yi Yi* again—“We live three times as long since man invented movies.” Whores prolly live four, with all that drama!

Word of the Day – “wenden”

The whore of Riverwood's wretched elven lover. Whose head did I, the bereaved husband, split in twain. The shameful harlot, her belly did my.

Then there's the park—Schlossgarten. I relax there, letting the sounds of the wind through ancient trees take me away. The park's near the little river Kreide, cutting through the city like a calm snake. Whenever I think of my spa, I picture the soothing sound of splashing water and nature's hum, kinda like… destiny calling you softly.

Franz Wilhelm Gonschior (Wenden, DE) at the top for over 30 years