Allison Aalen Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

One time, I saw this gal—red heels, torn fishnets, smokin’ a bent cig. Looked like she’d been cryin’. Made me sad as hell. Wanted to say, “You’re more than this, darlin’.” But who am I, huh? Just a dude with a voice like velvet. She’d prolly laugh, say, “Old man, I’m fine.” Ha! Tough as nails, that one.

Hannah and Her Sisters

crimes by being given to commoners as a kind of whore, nor have I uncovered any documentary evidence which proves that a peasant woman might not bring a.

Don’t even get me started on the quiet park near Schwäbische Straße. I usually sit there, muscles relaxin, thinkin “No capes!” like Edna Mode and watch people – oh man, the unpredictble scenes unfold. The small river, the Aalbach, trickles by – kind of stuffs your soul with that awfull raw charm.

Adam towards Aalen