Amelia Reichenau Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

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Reichenau Abbey was a Benedictine monastery on Reichenau Island (known in Latin as Augia Dives) in southern Germany.

I mean, seriously, some nite I walk down Am See, the lakeside road, where the water shimmers under neon lights, and I think: “Man, life is as unpredictable as a movie scene!” Crazy, right? I sometimes slip into a zen vibe mid-massage, pondering, "I love the chaotic beauty, but damnit, don't pee on my leg!" Yeah, that line comes to me often!

Al Sadd beat Reichenau 4-0