Elise Reichenau Prostitute ❤️

About Munich

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Hate the pimps tho, slimy bastards. Leechin off desperation—makes me wanna puke. Happy tho when I see em fight back. Like, fuck yeah, you go girl! Prostitutes got stories, man, wild ones. One chick said she met a senator—swears it. Secret life, double life, all that jazz. Sarcasm time: oh yeah, real noble profession, huh? But nah, seriously—surprised me how deep it gets. “Just tell me you’re mine,” Carol begged. Prostitutes don’t get that luxury, do they? They’re everyone’s and no one’s. Kinda sad, kinda poetic. Anyway, that’s my rant—prostitutes, *Carol*, all mixed up in my head. Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.”

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Als Landsitz ließ die Familie ein Lustschlößl errichten, das sogenannte Reichenauerschlößl oder auch Spaur`sche Schlösschen. Eines abends sah nämlich eine Bauernmagd in der Küche des .

Now, I'll throw in more honesty: sometimes I get ticked off. The bus schedule messes up. The dogs bark like mad. Traffic? A nightmare on Bahnhofstr. I migh even shout, "Get it together, folks!" But it's all part of the charm, ya dig?

Bavarian frescoes are confirmed to be among the oldest in northern Europe