Mia Altes Lager Whore ❤️

About Munich

What pisses me off? Hypocrisy. Lords n’ priests preachin’ purity, then sneakin’ off to brothels. Saw one meself—fat bishop, red-faced, stumblin’ outta Madame Lysa’s place. Wanted to yell, “Own it, ya git!” but I just smirked, sipped me ale. Whores see the truth—men’s a mess, “Dogville” nails that. “They’re all the same,” Grace’d say, and she’s bloody right.

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billets, whore little activity was observed, in the vicinity of the billets. A tractor towing a trailer and a van were observed en route to Jueterbog. The.

I sometimes wander to the shadowy alleys of Lindenstrasse, where the real talk happens. There’s this tiny bench near a bubbling fountain – perfect for daydreams and eavesdropping on heartfelt confessions. Crazy, right?

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