Isabella Aulendorf Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Favorite bit? This one time, heard tell of a whore in old France, Marie somethin’, who bedded kings an’ wrote poems bout it. Poems! Can ya believe that crap? Had me laughin’ so hard I near spit my beer. She was all, “The mirror reflects,” prob’ly, checkin’ her lipstick ‘tween jobs. Smart cookie, that one – turned tricks into tales. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Who’s the real player here?

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she was a long time whore and bride the queen moth in a reign of flies she's been a mother a-long time ago who looked ìnto my-eyes before I was born. Do what.

Frend, let me tell ya, felt I have, mad and in love with it too. Oh, by the way, sometimes, when the local bakery on Nebenstraße throws us a free cinnamon bun (definately the best, I swear), smilin’ people I see, and my heart sings, yeh. Sometimes I'm mad at the traffic on Hauptstr, noisy sometimes, but then, peace returns when wandering the tiny alleys, mmm.

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