Everly Blieskastel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

Blieskastel

Now, listen. Schloss Blieskastel – epic! Built like a boss. The architecture? Mad intricate. I’ve sat on its steps watching sunsets. Sometimes, it makes me go "what a day, man!" Remember that scene, "I’m a guitarist and a string-slinger!" when things get gloomy. Eh, same here.

Rutz and Sons, "1st International Pau. Tough Pau 2006 fell prey."