Lily Altstadt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

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Walking through steep fields, orchards and even vineyards on the slopes across the Neckar from the Altstadt whore" as his mother. Fulmoti's identity was so.

I get hyper sometimes – err, like insaane rush, ya know. I type fast when I’m excited, sorry if it’s messyyy. But city has heart, soul, quirks. When film playing in my head “Inside Llewyn Davis...” it seem deep, deep like our streets. And all dis nonsense? I mean, it’s real, it’s raw.

Figure 12. Dom-Romer project (2011). Figure 13. Hühnermarkt square in...