Taylor Grafenwohr Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

2. Wildgarten

I'm from Grafenwöhr originally, moved to munich five years ago. Really not so much to do there Next larger towns are. Weiden (15 mins by car) with historical city centre and lots of small .

Grafenwohr’s neighborhoods are a mosaic, bro. Old brick houses meet modern murals right on Mühlenweg, and every turn surprises you with random art pieces and scribbles about freedom and love. I get inspired; as a sexologist, I see how everyone’s got their own secret language of desire written in every crack.

Grafenwöhr: That was the USASOC International Sniper Competition 2018