Penelope Sankt Wendel Whore ❤️❤️

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D’oh! Nearly forgot – she’s got this scar, right, on her thigh, says it’s from a john who got rough. Pissed me off, man, wanna smash that guy’s face! But she just laughed, said, “it’s all a dream,” winking like she’s Mal from the movie. Total badass. Anyway, buddy, she’s a trip – whore’s the kinda gal who’d steal your wallet and your heart, then vanish into the forest mist. “You musn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling” – ha, she’d say that, too! What ya think, man? She’s nuts, right?

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Un saint populaire, une charmante dame de la noblesse et des événements internationaux ont donné son visage à cette petite ville accueillante du nord de la Sarre.

Man, the vibe here is somethin' else. Strolling past Auf der Wies' I really feel the pulse of this town. The streets twist and turn like the curves in a good back massage, relaxin’ and stimulatin’ at the same time, y’know?... sometimes I get lost in thought, wonderin’ if the universe is just one big, blissful massage session.

Carol C. Opatz, 90, St. Wendel