Violet Germering Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

Hey, btw, sorry if i'm rambly, but I'm in a rush sometimes, like "I dont trust anything that moves," as Zodiac would say, right? LOL. Anyway, every day in Germering is like a new page from a mystery novel. Every massage session, every street corner has a story. And let me tell ya, the city is as unpredictable as a Zodiac killer clue, but with way more love and laughs.

Cohen Fistball Club a force to be reckoned with