Ella Markdorf Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

Cities close to Lörrach

Markdorf isn’t all roses, though. Sometimes, the traffic on Sonnenweg gets mad hectic, and I get all worked up. I remember cursing aloud like a madman – “This is a war zone, mate!” – just like in The Hurt Locker, where chaos can explode anytime. It’s a bit annoying, but it adds to the raw beauty of the place.

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