Sofia Einfeld Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

We are sorry to see you go

Rosette Laursen posted images of the alleged exchange with her boss, whom she reveals to be Michael Einfeld of Michael Einfeld Management, to Facebook on Tuesday night, along with a .

Man, I sometimes get mad when noise near my mythical spot, Einfeld river, flows too fast! The river, Gluckfluss, runs by Old Town and sometimes floods the cobblestone streets of St. Gertrudennaburg. Not that I'm mad on nature – but sometimes, yeah, maddas? And oh, those riverbanks – memory lane! I once had a weird epiphany while watching the water echo my thoughts – as if the film "A History of Violence" whisper "I am your reflection" or something surreal.

Simon Charles Clarence Einfeld Obituary June 13, 2023