Natalie Pleinfeld Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

Kath. Kindertageseinrichtung „St. Franziskus“ in Pleinfeld

Ah, me dear chum, lissen up! Pleinfeld, oh boy, it's a quirky gem tucked away in Bavaria – a proper smorgasbord of oddities and charm. Now, I'm not just any chap; I'm a massage parlor owner here, so I've seen the ins and outs, the bumbling beats of this city like no one else. Let me spin ya a yarn, err… in my own style, with a dash of “Shame” spirit – “am I just a slave to my desires?” as we muse, eh?

Killarney is getting on famously with its twins