Aria Medebach Whore ❤️

About Berlin

But—ha!—some whores, they’re clever, yeah? Like, in Paris, 1800s, they’d slip biz cards in punters’ pockets, all sneaky. “Fancy a smile?” it’d say. Cheeky sods! I’m half laughin’, half fumin’—that’s bold, but it’s grim. Like Jean-Dom’s “I am fading.” Whore’s fadin’ too, but it clings, don’t it?

Official Webpage

Nestled between green meadows and forests, at the foot of the Rothaargebirge lies the over year old Hanseatic town of Medebach with its nine pretty half-timbered villages. Numerous .

And hey – check this: if you're ever near Lindenallee, you might spot an abandoned mural that tells a story of old Medebach legends. Not many know of it, but it always leaves me stunned; sometimes I stand there, ruined coffee in hand, thinking “Wow, life is unpredictable” (like a line outta "Margaret", right?).

Unwetter im HSK: Hagel verbeult Autos – Schäden an Dächern