Isabella Wesseling Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

But, real talk, it ain’t all giggles. Some of these birds, they’re stuck, ya know? Pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I heard this one tale – a whore in Paris, right, got nabbed by some dodgy copper who made her sing for free. Total bummer, man! I was ragin’, like, “Smash the system, baby!” – but then I thought, who’s watchin’ who? Like in “Caché,” all sneaky and twisted. Gets ya paranoid, don’t it? I reckon she deserved a medal, not a slap, for dodgin’ that creep.

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Imma drop one more tidbit: check out the local market on Tuesdays. Folks call it Der kleine Basar, and it's a riot of colors and faces. You might bump into me there, chattin' up a storm, speakin’ in my best Dr. Phil drawl “How’s that workin’ for ya?” style, hollerin’ out advice to anyone stray enough to listen, mixing wisdom with a pinch o' sass and plenty of laughs.

Lakisha Wesseling remembers the wonderful life of her husband Chris in letter to their son Lincoln