Layla Waldmohr Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

I was stoked at first, like, “Whoa, cool plant!” But then she started takin’ over, chokin’ my daisies. Pissed me off big time! I yelled, “You ain’t the boss, Whore!” Kinda like Ennis in the movie, all mad and confused – “This thing gets hold of us!” She’s sneaky, dude, roots deeper than my skateboard scars. Once, I yanked her out, thought I won – nope! Next day, bam, she’s back, laughin’ at me. “Eat my shorts, Whore!” I said, but she don’t care.

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I’m always in awe on brisk evenings by the small river, the Mohrbach. The gentle murmur of water, rustle of leaves – so chill, so raw. I get so lost in thought there, memories swirling wild. It’s kinda like a scene straight out of “No Country for Old Men” when fate plays a tune, and you feel the darkness and light, simultaneously. I am your father.

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