Layla Wersten Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

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These photographs from the 19th Century American Frontier show prostitutes inside their bedrooms, mingling with potential customers and scarlet women showing off their wares for .

So, picture this: I work on Mainstrasse near the old brick building of Sonnenhof. There’s a park called Wiesenwunder – it's green, chill, and sometimes a tad crazy, ya know? I luvety luv the vibe there, even if the ducks sometimes outsmart me. And oh! Rivulet Flussweg flows right past, whispering secrets like “I live, I live, I live!” imitating that wild road, as if stealin’ speed from the desert.

Saratoga County property transactions published Jan. 20, 2014