Violet Grafenwohr Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

Cities close to Grafenwöhr

Oh, and don’t miss the riverside area along Wiesenbach. It’s not the longest water stream but it’s cool and chill. I once, erm, had an impromptu heart-to-heart with a couple there – all heartfelt, raw intimacy, like a scene right out of a movie!

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