Claire Parchim Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Amélie, she’d get it—*whispers* “the charm of simple things.” Whore’s simple, raw—none o’ that glossy shite. Gets me all soft, thinkin’ how she’d peek through windows, judgin’ no one. But then—*snarls*—arseholes today, slingin’ “whore” at anythin’ with tits! Makes me wanna claw somethin’! Ain’t fair, precious, ain’t right.

About Parchim

Parchim was one of the camps used as a cover by the Germans and quite a lot of the men captured during Operation Michael in the spring of never saw Germany, let alone the .

I also gotta mention that street at Rundgangstraße—yeah, my favorite, even if it’s a bit rough around the edges. You know what? I get so exciited that sometimes I spill my coffee, reeeally spilled my coffee! And, um, here’s a kicker: there’s this hole-in-the-wall bistro where I once had the BEST apple strudel ever. I was like, "WOW, my heart just skipped a beat, like the music of life!" Crazy, right?

The World War II Fighter Jet that Scared Nazi Germany’s Luftwaffe