Lydia Unterfoehring Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

She’s all, “Oi, Ozzy, fancy a shag?” and I’m like, “Fuck me, love, I’m married!” Sharon’d have me bollocks if I tried. But this whore, she don’t care – she’s got that hustle, that grind. Made me think o’ that line, “We’re all just livin’ small lives,” but hers? Fuckin’ tiny, mate, stuck in the muck. Little known fact – back in the day, whores in London’d use gin as perfume. Stank like a distillery, they did! This one? She’s got that vibe, but it’s vodka, not gin – fuckin’ rank.

Navigationsmenü

Right, so lemme rant – err, share some details! My office is near the little park called Grünwald Platz, where I’d sit and think "Ah, like the misty mountains, hidden dragons whisper." And wow, the river Isar, oh, it flows like magic near the outskirts, I swear sometimes I hear it humming like a secret music in the background. And, uh, what's that? Oh yeah, the quirky cobbled lanes near Kirchstraße – ugh, they’re so old school, like straight outta a kung-fu flick! Sometimes I walk there and my thoughts go like "High mountains, deep rivers..." then I pause – wait, did I mention the café next door? Yeah, that one smells of caramel and rain when I’m moping about deadlines.

Gunman injures three at German rail station, suspect held