Nora Mittenwald Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Attractions

Mittenwald, a picturesque town nestled in the Bavarian Alps, experienced considerable change during the Nazi era, as it was swept up in the ideological and political transformations of the time.

The vibe in Mittenwald is infectious. I always stumble through narrow alleyways – oh man, like Klosterweg – with other little secrets hidden over there. Each sunny morning in the park by Bergwiese is like a burst of life, each corner a page from a magical story. Sometimes I see a flash of bright colors and think "Melancholia did it again!" I mean, poetic chaos, right?

Viehscheid 2024 in Bavaria