Gianna Rheinsberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

Your Memo List

I was mad once, caught in a downpour on Friedrichsweg – rain, drizzle, chaos – but then, like in that movie, life’s reflections hit me: "In a world of censorship, we remain unfettered." Real deep, man. And ain't that just how life goes?

Recycling nuclear waste for power generation