Sarah Schwetzingen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Funny thing. Heard a story. From a snitch. Whore. Used to sing. In some dive bar. Voice like velvet. Can ya believe it? Now. She’s screamin’. At johns. Or cryin’. Alone. Saw her. Last Tuesday. High as hell. Mutterin’. “Ass to ass!” Okay. Not that. But close. Dope’s her tyrant. Like Marion. In the movie. Ruins her. Every damn day.

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I work on a dating site here. Yup, matchmaking magic in this rad city. I see hideaways others miss, like the little-known teaser alley by Schlossgarten, where love sparks like firecrackers. That castle? Schwetzingen Palace – super pretty and a total must-see. Its garden paths and fountains? Mind-blowin' vibes, like a perfect recipe straight from Chef Remy in Ratatouille.

Winter fun in sunny SouthWest Germany