Esme Reichenau Whore ❤️

About Munich

Me fave bit? They’re crafty—sneaky as Churchill dodgin bombs. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I reckon they’d outwit half the bleedin Commons. Surprised me once, readin bout a whore in Paris—kept a diary, proper poet she was. “Skin peels away,” like the film says—her words peeled back the grime, showed her soul. Makes ya think, don’t it? We shall fight the dullness, mate, with tales of these wild ones! Whores ain’t just a quick shag—they’re history, livin loud, takin no shit. Cheers to em, the saucy minxes!

How to get to Reichenau ?

So head over here and see for yourself. Bring a good pair of ears and an open heart. And remember, in this town, where every nook has a story, you might hear: "We’re all just lost souls, seeking our freedom – but don’t piss on my leg!" Catch ya later, my friend!

Reichenau an der Rax/Raxalpe