Savannah Helmbrechts Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Alright, so I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout - whore. Yeah, you heard me, WHORE. Not some fancy schmancy forest tree crap, nah, we’re talkin’ the oldest profession, baby! I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, they got whores too—probly colder ones, tho. Anyway, I’m a Forester, right? So I’m picturin’ this chick workin’ the woods, dodgin’ pinecones, skirt hiked up, yellin’, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*, ‘cause that movie’s my jam.

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Am April begann der Todesmarsch von Helmbrechts nach Volary. Hunderte starben, das Leid war grenzenlos.

I keep thinking 'bout my days in therapy sessions wandering near the Chill Creek. The water's like a mirror to my soul…or maybe not. Every time I see it, "Is it that I feel, or did the creek just wink at me?" Idk, it's magic-ish. And oh man, I remember this one time on Gartenstr, I got mad at a bird swooping down on my head 'cause it looked like it was trying to psychoanalyze me. D’oh!

Questions remain on why law enforcement released homicide suspect