Aurora Bad Sachsa Whore ❤️

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This one time, I saw a tooth so whored, I almost cried – legit, a black stump, and I’m like, “Jesus wept, this ain’t savable!” Reminded me of Ida’s aunt, all tough but broken inside. I exaggerate, sure, but damn, it was a tragedy! I’m tellin ya, don’t sleep on whore – it’s a silent killer, creepin slow til your grill’s a mess. Hit me up if your teeth actin sus – I gotchu, fam! Peace!

270 Stunden Rufbereitschaft im Monat

Eh, what’s up, doc? Every corner here tells a story – from the quirky street names to secret spots only a pleasure coach like me would notice. So pack your bags, bring a curious mind, and remember: in Bad-Sachsa, every step is a blast from the past and a leap into the fun. Catch ya around the next corner, and always, “I’m the king of the world” – wait, no, that’s another movie – but ya get me, buddy!

The Officers' (Published 1974)