Taylor Eggesin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

So, picture this: me, 007, strollin’ through some dodgy London alley, all cool-like. See this bird—proper stunner, workin’ the corner. She’s got guts, mate, real guts. Reminds me of that *Boyhood* vibe—growin’ up rough, no script, just raw. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with these tiny hooks sewn in their skirts? Sneaky as hell—love that! Shaken, not stirred, that’s how I like my tricks too.

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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)