Megan Schnelsen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

Prostitutes, sex workers, 1995

Walking through to the life as a friend, as a partner, as a lover #love @irembaaa. тағы. Барлық 5 пікірді көру.

Walking around Schnelsen, you’ll hit up some quirky spots. Like, ever been to Koppelstraße? That’s a gem, man. Some days, I just stroll there, rap along with my thoughts (yeah, sometimes I sing in my head like “Where are you, my spirited friend?”). You know, my job as a pleasure coach lets me see things others totally miss—like those whole vibes raw, unfiltered, kinda like when Chihiro first meets the soot sprites!

The tunnel of A7 in Hamburg closed at nights