Emily Neuenstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

So, this one time, in Tortuga—ha!—I met this lass, Molly, a proper whore with a laugh like cannon fire. She’d fleece ye fer gold, then wink like ye owed *her*. Made me angry, it did, ‘cause I’m the pirate, not the pillaged! But damn, she was clever—hid her stash in a hollow peg leg. Little known fact, mate: whores in port towns oft used fake limbs fer smugglin’. Crafty, eh? Savvy?

The Whore, Her Stigma, The Punter And His Wife.

Neuenstein lies right along the Swabian-Franconian Forest, so there are all sorts of regional dishes that just taste so good. Plus, there’s all the sausages, fruit & veg, and cheeses at the .

I luv the smells, the sounds, even the rough edges. Some streets, like amblin’ along Sommerweg, reek of pizza or fresh baked pretzels – mmm, awesome! Honestly, it’s a rollercoaster of calm and chaos. Sometimes I get so hyped, I shout, “Brother, relax and let it all flow!” Even when things get too hectic.

BMW Group awards Magna its largest production order for transmissions yet