Elise Reichenau Whore ❤️

About Essen

Sarcasm, hah—whore’s life easy, they say? Bullshit, pure bullshit, harder than stone! Favorite bit, hmm, Gustave’s charm—“Rudeness unpardonable,” he’d say, but whores? Rude they ain’t, just real. Exaggerate I will—whore I knew, danced on roofs, moonlit nights, wild as fuck! Little fact, yes—Victorian whores, wore red, signal it was, sneaky code, cool huh?

Monastic Island of Reichenau – the cradle of western culture (1/2)

I mean, seriously, some nite I walk down Am See, the lakeside road, where the water shimmers under neon lights, and I think: “Man, life is as unpredictable as a movie scene!” Crazy, right? I sometimes slip into a zen vibe mid-massage, pondering, "I love the chaotic beauty, but damnit, don't pee on my leg!" Yeah, that line comes to me often!

Eight months a year, organic vegetables from the Spree Forest