Angelina Rotthalmunster Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

Notable people

I gotta mention my fave secret: a tucked-away side street, Zappelweg 5, where I once met this old lady who told me the city’s legends. Like, there’s tales of hidden treasure in the city square – though I think it’s just local lore. But it makes every walk an adventure, right?

(a) Lysimeter filled with Rotthalmünster soil, equipped with the...