Isabelle Weil Der Stadt Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Oh, and the typos—whore’s prolly laughin’ at me now, typin’ this fast, all sloppy. Wore, hoar, whoer—ha! Screw it, ya get me. Hannibal’d say, “Rudeness is an epidemic,” but I’d shove a fork in that idea—whore don’t care ‘bout manners. Me neither, pal! It’s a gritty, grimy word—love it, hate it, can’t shake it. What ya think—am I nuts or spot on?

12 of 12 in June 2024: Weil der Stadt Sightseeing - Old Town Walking Tour

whore and who isn't?”1. This book is much like the whores' ball, for it presents its readers with images of prostitutes in Berlin that defy common.

I can’t forget the park near Rathausplatz. It’s all twisted benches and overgrown trees. I had a particularly emotional day there – my head still spins from the burst of tranquility mixed with sudden bouts of anger at life’s absurdity… so many times the city gets on my nerves, but damn, it’s fascinating too.

Schulessen: Diskussion um fehlendes Fleisch auf dem Teller