Leah Reichenau Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

Monastic Island of Reichenau – the cradle of western culture (1/2)

Wilhelm von Reichenau ( – a de novembro ) estis princo-episkopo de Eichstätt, humanisto, reformisto, patrono de la artoj, pedagogo.

Oh – and lemme spill some dirt... er, facts: The little alley near the old monastery, called Klostergasse, is legendary. I remember massaging an old gent who whispered he’d been here since the days before the Reichenauer tradition was all hyped up. How wild is that, right?

The run of the mill