Penelope Buchen In Odenwald Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

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Ohhh, der Odenwald is wild—like a juicy secret, hidden between thick, green woods. I was walking one night near Fichtenweg, right? And I nearly danced with a passing shadow, thinking, “Talk to her, talk to her, hey come closer!” Got my heart racin' like mad, you know? People here are raw, real, unfiltered.

Anselm Kiefer's parental home converted into an exhibition space Currently on view early works by Anselm Kiefer