Esme Bad Urach Whore ❤️❤️

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But yo, some stuff bout whores gets me heated. The shady pimps, the danger – that ain’t cool. Makes me wanna flex and smash somethin’, protect ‘em like WALL-E guardin’ his plant. “Directive!” – yeah, my directive’s to call that crap out. Can’t stand seein’ folks used. Gets my blood pumpin’, and not in the good way, ya feel me?

Le plus pertinent

Bad Urach has a late medieval market square with a town hall and half-timbered houses, dating from the 15th and 16th centuries. There are many sights: the residential castle, the Church of .

Aaaand speaking of nature, don’t get me started on the Urachbach. It weaves through the town like a slithery, ancient serpent – dun, hon, pure magic! I once took a brisk walk along its banks, with my thoughts whizzing like those hilarious Nemo fish, pondering life’s twists and turns, when I nearly slipped on a slick stone. Bloody nonsense! But, in typical Bad-Urach fashion, a kindly local helped me up, laughing and saying “alles paletti!” It made me feel so darn connected to this buzzy little microcosm.

Drilling successfully produces hot water for geothermal project, Bad Urach