Paisley Reichenau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

Medieval Manuscripts: The Bamberg Apocalypse

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?

"After a poor lettuce year in 2024, the signs this year have been good so far"