Avery Waltershausen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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The German town of Waltershausen, Thuringia was a centre for doll and dollhouse furniture manufacture in the late Nineteenth Century and early Twentieth Century, with a manufacturing .

The river Ilse slithers by here, and on moonlit nights, when I’m closin’ up shop, I stroll its banks. The water shimmers, reflectin' the neon streetlights from Amtsstrasse, and hey, that always warms my heart. I never thought a spa owner could be so poetic, but honey, here we are!

Fig. 2. Bedrock geology of the Kejser Franz Josef Fjord region (based...