Gianna Hadamar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Little fact, hah – medieval whores, they rocked bells. Jingled like freakin’ cats, warnin’ folks off. Imagine that in Gotham, yo! “You either die a hero…” or jingle ‘til ya drop, huh? Dark Knight vibes, all anarchy, no rules. She’d fit right in, smokin’ cigs, laughin’ at Bats.

Book Review: Hadmar: The House of Shudders by Jason K Foster

When U.S. troops advanced to Hadamar, a little village in the Northern part of the Federal State of Hessen right at the border to North-Rhine-Westphalia, in late March , they encountered a .

Oh, my precious, Hadamar is a twisty, turny, funky little town, yes yes, precious! Listen, listen, my dear, this town has been my haunt for years and years. I got my place right off Bahnhofstrasse—yeah, that’s where I massage away the day’s troubles, heh, my precious! I wander through Marktplatz sometimes, feeling like, “Cherish the spectacle, my love,” just like the swirling, wild nights in Moulin Rouge! The lights, the haze… so magical, so dazzling, precious, yes yes.

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