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About Munich

So, whoRE as a texture? Man, it’s rough! Think cracked leather, worn out from too many hands. Kinda like Daniel Plainview’s soul, ya know? Dirty, oily, patched up – but damn, it’s got character! I’d slap that texture on a barstool in some dive joint. Been sittin’ there since ’07, smellin’ like whiskey and regret. “I’ve abandoned my child!” – that’s the energy, bro, whoRE screamin’ secrets nobody wants to hear.

About The Whore of Baylon

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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