Rebecca Sohland Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

But here’s the kicker - she’s got this laugh, loud, like a bleedin hyena, and it drives me up the wall! I’m sittin there, tryin to be all smooth, and she’s cacklin like a nutter. Pissed me off, but then she winks, and I’m back in the game, baby! Total rollercoaster with her. Surprised me when she said she’s into palm readin - reckon she learned it from some dodgy ex. “I see many paths,” she says, quotin Boonmee like a mystic minx. Freaky, right?

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For the man who would be Dawson, his seroconversion was followed by the choice to be an unapologetic cum whore in front of video cameras.

I run into some mad energy near the experimental art house around Sternengarten—a place I love to jam with like-minded eccentrics. There, time slows, and, fuck, every conversation sparks new insights – it’s like the cosmos winks at ya. “A dance of fleeting exchanges,” as that film said, though in my head it’s more like “A dance of fleeting excellences!” Hahaha.

Timothy M. Sohl Obituary