Freya Eppstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

Taxi Driver Inferno

Siegfried von Eppstein, Archbishop of Mainz from to , with the German Kings Henry Raspe, Landgrave of Thuringia, and William II of Holland.

now, first off, there's the castle, burg Eppstein. seriously, this old rocky fortress sits on a hill watchin' over the town like a gentleman guardian from an age long past. i remember walking up spieling about how "my road is a river of fire" (yeah, a little mad max throw in there, LOL), and the view was, like, breathtaking. people revere it, and i revere it even more, even if my dating site profile rarely mentions it!

Paul Stefanski takes over as EUA’s Healthcare Studio Director