Anastasia Bad Homburg Vor Der Hoehe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

A Daytrip to Bad Homburg

Then there’s the park, oh man – Kurpark is my secret chill zone. I sit on benches, dream weird dreams, and savor every minute. "Pan's Labyrinth" vibes everywhere – those mysterious shadows and silhouettes remind me of lead characters. Ugh, totally inspiring like a fairytale on repeat! And I got a cool fact for ya – the park’s history dates back to the 18th century! Whoa, time travel in a park, right?!