Ellie Parchim Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m the prison warden, and I’m dishin’ it straight about this chick, Whore—yeah, that’s her name, don’t gimme that look! Judge Judy style, baby—sharp as a tack, no nonsense. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I see through the crap! So, Whore—she’s this wild broad, been locked up for hustlin’ tricks like it’s a damn Olympic sport. Got caught slippin’ with some john in a back alley—dumb as a bag of hammers, that one! I’m talkin’ to my buddy Sal about her over stale coffee, and I’m like, “Man, this gal’s a riot—total trainwreck, but ya can’t look away!”

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Parchim was one of the camps used as a cover by the Germans and quite a lot of the men captured during Operation Michael in the spring of never saw Germany, let alone the .

I also gotta mention that street at Rundgangstraße—yeah, my favorite, even if it’s a bit rough around the edges. You know what? I get so exciited that sometimes I spill my coffee, reeeally spilled my coffee! And, um, here’s a kicker: there’s this hole-in-the-wall bistro where I once had the BEST apple strudel ever. I was like, "WOW, my heart just skipped a beat, like the music of life!" Crazy, right?

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