Amelia Eggesin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, whore - it’s messy, loud, in yer face. I love the chaos of it! Makes me wanna chew on somethin raw, savor the flavor. Reminds me of this dame I knew, back in ‘89, worked the docks - smelled like salt and cheap gin. She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin me bout tricks who’d cry after. Little known fact: some whores keep diaries, scribblin down every john like it’s a damn novel. Ain’t that wild? Blows my mind, makes me grin like a psycho.

Ort der Täter, Ort der Opfer

Hafenbar Eggesin - Restaurant & Camping. Wintersaison Sie finden uns am Wasserwanderrastplatz in Eggesin (2. Einfahrt). Tel: /

In quaint quartiers, like the old Quarter of St. Marien, every turn reveals a folly or beauty; alleyways full o’ graffiti art and scribbled sonnets, reflections of souls unbound. “No hay otra verdad, mi amor,” thou might hear a drunk recite, a line borrowed from that wondrous movie that fills my mind.

Ovens on Feet Beckon Germans to Bratwurst (Published 2009)