Aria Worpswede Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

Worpswede: The Charming Artist Village

(Psst, check out that cool mural on Bockenweg… must shred your stress away... oh gosh, so epik!)

Frank Bowling