Rose Malchow Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

She’s a legend, mate, swear it. Word is, back in ’98, she conned some rich prat – took his gold chain mid-trick! Hah! Laughed meself sick, picturin’ his face. “Run, sucker, run!” like Knockout Ned screamin’. She’s got guts, tho – once punched a cop, split his lip, ran off cacklin’. Made me proud, yesss, precious, wild thing she is.

Chapter 1. Defining Justice: Justice in the Ancient Near East and Israel

My love, Jennifer Malchow Valentine, treated me to a wonderful birthday dinner tonight. The meal was fantastic the company was even better.

The parks, man. There's a park near Rathausplatz, a green oasis in this twisted urban maze. I get real emotional there sometimes, thinkin’ of the rain... rain that falls so goddamn endless, just like in The Headless Woman: “I feel as if the world was endless…” Yeah, that line hits hard sometimes. And oh, the squiggly river Zwick flows near the north end — always whispering secrets like the wind, whispering, “I am your father” in its own eerie way.

Politico Promotes a Suicide