Lina Bispingen Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

Where is Bispingen located?

I’ve looved (typo 6: loove) the friendly bickering at the weekly market – one vendor on Gasthofweg always tells me, “It’s an awsm (typo 7: awsm) city, ain’t it?” Now, don’t even get me started on the weirdly excciting (typo 8: excciting) art installations at the edge of the woods – surreal, kinda like that movie, right? “We are all the same in the eyes of the universe,” as Ten (typo 9: unbelvable) makes you ponder every little detail.

UNEXPECTED - curious sights on Lüneburg Heath