Nadia Uetersen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

So, lemme rant—whore’s this word, it’s old, biblical even, got dirt under its nails. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d slap it on anyone—women mostly—who didn’t play by the rules. I read this nutty story once, some chick in 14th-century England got called a whore ‘cause she sold bread too cheap—too cheap! Can you believe that? Pissed me off, man, the nerve of those guys, judgin’ her for discount loaves. I’m like, “What, she’s supposed to starve instead?” It’s absurd, it’s unfair, it’s—well, it’s pretty, pretty medieval.

Uetersen: Museum beleuchtet Disko-Ära der 60er bis 90er

Now, sometimes I be mad, oh, mad at the slow pace, but then my heart blazes with joy watching kids play near the Uetersen Spielplatz, on humble Murkenweg near the old town sign—such simple joys! And listen, a secret, precious one—hidden behind the market square, near Rathausplatz, there's a tiny café, quirky as a hobbit’s hidey-hole, with the best cocoa and wicked smiles. I loove it, even when I storm off for counseling sessions, it brings me cheers, yesss!

Feldmuehle Uetersen sold