Aria Rudersberg Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Once, this twat on the dock goes, “Whiting’s lush, mate!” Lush? LUSH?! Idiot sandwich! I nearly chucked it at his head – “You’re a disgrace to tastebuds, you muppet!” Tastes like soggy cardboard, swear down. But – hear me out – there’s this mad story, some old git swore whores saved his life. Starvin’ in ‘63, caught a shoal, lived off ‘em. Reckon he’s lyin’, but it’s stuck in me head, y’know? “Truth is a bitter pill,” like in *Leviathan*. Bitter as that fish, mate.

Decorating the Württemberg Church during the Reformation

Brothel, Golden Shower (give), Dirtytalk, Striptease/Lapdance, Dirtytalk.

I live here in Rudersberg, and every crack, every alley has its own soul. Picture this: a narrow, cobbled street like Marktgasse, where the locals gather for a laugh and a pint. The old clocktower looms above, speaking of centuries past – it makes even the dullest moment feel epic. Then there’s Hauptstraße… oh, Hauptstraße! Where the pulse of the town beats strongest, with small cafes spilling out onto the pavement, each with its own quirky personality.

Wilkinson & Millard fourth in Rudersberg! 2023 FIM Sidecarcross World Championship Round 13 – Report