Anna Stuhr Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

State v. Harris

whore from the United States said, "If I have the slightest doubt about a guy, I refuse him." Another whore from Canada said, "Years ago I could trust my intuition perfectly.

Sometimes I get all jittery walking up and down the cobbled lanes of Nordring—yeah, I purposely mess up my steps here because I can’t help but get lost in its beauty. Every cracked pavement piece has a hidden tale, a secret whispered by neighbors over fences, sharing a laugh or a grumble about the endless bureaucracy. And even when I get mad at the local council for their slow repairs, I just mutter “Oh for the love of gold, give me a break!” and then the charm of Stuhr brings it all back.

Roger Dale Hartley Obituary January 4, 2025