Stella Kempten (allgaeu) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—heard from a mate, some prossies in Amsterdam keep tiny knives in their garters. Sneaky, huh? She didn’t, tho—too broke, too tired. I’d exaggerate and say she’s a fuckin’ warrior, battlin’ the night, but nah, she’s just tryin’ to eat. “I can’t stop, I can’t,” she’d whisper, straight outta Saul’s mouth. Broke my damn heart, mate. Still, I’d crack a grin, tell her, “You’re the queen of the gutter, babe!” Sarcasm’s my shield, y’see—keeps the gloom off.

Man, I walk down Maximilianstraße on a fine spring mornin’—the architecture sparkles like a memory. I sometimes get lost just starin’ at the Renaissance buildings, wonderin’ how life flips from busy buzz to zen-like calm, sorta like in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" when the seasons change all smooth-like. “The leaves, they carry our secrets,” I joke, like Kim Ki-duk’s vibe.

Kemptener Illerstadion wird für knapp drei Millionen Euro renoviert