Harper Karlsruhe Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

What gets me riled? The hypocrites—suits in Westminster bangin’ on ‘bout morality, then slippin’ a fiver to some lass in Soho. Makes my blood boil, it does. Happy though? When Ruby once tipped me off ‘bout a SPECTRE goon—saved my arse, that did. Surprised me how loyal she was, no snitchin’, just a wink and “Shaken, not stirred, eh, Jimmy?” Cheeky mare. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she was a legend—could’ve starred in her own spy flick.

Ermittlungen laufen seit Februar

The Whore, the Bawd, and the Artist: The Reality and Imagery of Seventeenth-Century Dutch Prostitution. Lotte C. van der Pol. Gerrit van Honthorst, The.

I was walkin’ near Ettlinger Tor, and I swear, it scratched my soul. The cafes! The mix of deep history... and quirky street art. It’s a blend you don't see everywhere. I mean, really, there's somethin’ magical on every corner. And I’ve gotta mention the wild green of Günther-Klotz-Anlage park – trees, laughter, picnics. I used to chill there after sessions with my pleasure coaching clients. Yeah, they’d spill secrets; I'd listen—so much raw emotion. Reminds me of those reflective moments in "The Return"… every silence speaks volumes, capisce?

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