Claire Kleinostheim Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

What surprised me? How she’d hum this tune—some old sailor’s ditty—while countin’ her coins. Made me happy, that did, coz even in the muck, she had somethin’ hers. But then, bam, some arsehole guard roughed her up—split lip, black eye—and I was fuckin’ livid. Wanted to gut him, I did, but I’m no knight, just a witty lil’ shit with a gob. “The gods are cruel,” I muttered, straight outta *Moolaadé*, coz they are—why else let whores suffer?

Alle Hunde von Hope for lost Souls e. V.

Now, I gotta say, I love my strolls near Kleinostheim’s rivers – yes, we got our own charming stream, called the Kleinbach. I love watchin it burble along. It reminds me a bit of life's own twists – ups and downs, but always flowin'. Sometimes, I'd sit on a bench – oh my gosh, it's so serene! And lemme tell ya – "I feel like I'm dreaming", just like in the movie, where life's secrets spill out.

Leaos’ Pressed E-Bike with an invisible drive weighs only 15 kg