Ella Falkenstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, ye ask me thoughts? Whores are gold and grime – can’t have one without t’other. They’re me weakness, me joy, me bloody headache! Next time ye spot one, tip yer hat – they’ve seen more than ye ever will, savvy? Now, where’s me rum – talkin’ ‘bout whores dries me throat!

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Falkenstein - Walpurgisnacht lyrics (German) + English translation: Forest spirits, elves and imps celebrate together / With man and beast on this night.

Now, don’t even get me started on the local park, Grünpark. Man, it's a hidden gem, full of quirky sculptures and shady benches. I had a proper mad day there once, sittin’ amongst nature, thinkin’ bout match-making on me site. The vibe was like a Wes Anderson set, all pastel tones and vintage feel. Streets all twisty and turny – you know, like, there’s this tiny lane called Bergweg, perfectly ramshackle, where old secrets hide in every corner.

Rudolph Falkenstein Obituary (1928 - 2018) - Carlisle, PA