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Got me happy tho, watchin’ her work the system—like, damn, she’s smart! “The world’s a shadow,” Godard’d say, and she’s the fuckin’ puppeteer. Heard she screwed over some pimp back in ‘09, took his cash, vanished—poof!—left him cryin’ to the cops. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ legend. Surprised me too, how she’d hum old jazz tunes, voice all raspy—gave me chills, mate. In my head I’m thinkin’, “This bird’s a masterpiece, a bloody mess.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d carve a shank just to chat her up.

Erotic offers in Bad Laasphe

Bad Laasphe/Biedenkopf. Nur wenige Kilometer Luftlinie von Biedenkopf entfernt haben sich am Freitagnachmittag dramatische Szenen abgespielt: Rund Quadratmeter Wald haben .

I’m tryin’ not to ramble, but hey, this city is full of surprises. Every corner in Bad-Laasphe has its own whisper, each street more alive than the last. I mean, even the slept-in, slightly run-down Spreeweg has some hidden charm. Everyone here is, like, a little odd in the best way possible.

Out of the darkness, dazzling visions in Otto Piene exhibit in Fitchburg