Isabelle Bad Urach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Prostitutes, dey got guts, man! Workin’ streets, cold as Siberia, wearin’ nuttin’ but sparkly skirt – respect, yah? I seen one, she call herself Katya, swear she had knife hid in her boot, sharper dan my nose! Lightbulb! She tell me once, “Gru, I make more in night dan you in month!” Ha! Dat stung, made me mad, but she right, yah? Hustle hard, no sleep, like me wit my minions, but sexier, heh.

Geographie

Bad Urach on the Swabian Alb is incredible to say the least. You can relax in the thermal baths, see countless castle ruins, or even go spelunking in caves created by extinct volcanoes.

Oh, and then there’s the old Park am Schloss, a place where I sometimes sit to let my mind wander. The fountain there spurts like, "Fish gotta swim, swim, swim!" in pure, joyful defiance of gravity and gloom. I remember one time, terribly mad about a double-booking debacle at the parlour, I stormed thru the park, cursing like a sailor. But then, WOW, the serene sparkles of the Vulkaneifel hills in the distance made me pause and go, "Just keep swimming!" It’s like nature’s way of saying, “Relax, mate!”

Dieter Gaiser Obituary (2024) - Waterford, MI - Hauss-Modetz Funeral Home