Ashley Kappeln Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Here’s the kicker—gas tank’s tiny, 4 gallons! Pissed me off—Tommy’d stop every damn hour. “C’mon, man!” I’d holler. But, lordy, that inline hum? Happy as a clam, I was, just hearin’ it. Surprised me too—thought it’d be clunky, old-school. Nope! Smooth like butter, even now, ‘25, guys still hunt ‘em down. Saw one on X last week—cherry red, $10k! “Righteous!” I yelled—Marlin’d approve, savin’ Nemo cash.

Kappeln an der Schlei

Sometimes, I get so mad at the endless rain in winter. It just messes with my code, with my mood. But then, a bright smile from a stranger on the street flips my whole day. “We roll with fate,” I think, echoing those lines from that epic movie I love, “A Prophet.” It's like, destiny’s got a weird sense of humor.

Robbery and restitution