Sarah Weinheim Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Dishes and drinks in Swinger Club Quicky Rhein Neckar

Crosspost from r/pics this is a poppy field in weinheim Germany I thought it was a kingdom come screenshot.

Spill secrets? Well, I've seen bizarre stuff. Like, midnight bike rides at Laborgasse, strokes of genius, or even existential chats that almost matched those desperate movie lines: "Is it really time to be honest with me?" (Pauses, beats) I'm talkin’ heart, man.

After four decades, Riverdale Ave store says goodbye