Madison Luetjenburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, sittin’ in my twisted lil’ brain – is she free or trapped? Eh, who cares! She’s laughin’ all the way to the bank, prolly. *Manic laughter* Why so serious, huh? Life’s a joke, and she’s the punchline! Once saw a dame in Gotham – swear she had a ledger tucked in her garter. Made me chuckle for days!

Aktuelles aus Lütjenburg

The first issue of Beijo da rua, which was a big hit, included a poem by Carlos Drummond de Andrade called “A puta” (“The Whore”). At the launch party, I was standing around drinking .

So check it out: Mane Street’s my heartbeat. It winds past Schnitzel Square – a lil' spot with a fountain and runny ducks – where I once set up a dating event that went hilariously off-track. I’m talkin’ “Memento” kinda twists, ya know? "Wait for it... wait for it..." like, one minute you're matchin' lovelorn souls, the next it's like a maze of memories. Crazy, huh?