Lydia Haldensleben I Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but *whore*—like it’s a bloody title. I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand and secrets in the other. Whores, they’re the unsung heroes of this shitty world, ain’t they? Givin’ comfort to the lonely, takin’ coin from the fools—hah! Reminds me of *Fish Tank*, that grubby flick I love. Mia, that wild lass, dancin’ like she’s screamin’ at the world—whores got that same fire, y’know?

Neuhaldensleben, Haldensleben I

May 26,  · Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house .

Then there’s the riverside! Yes, a little brook named Kleine Wiese flows slipp'ry by, whispering secrets to those who know how to listen. I always think, “Why so serious?” when the water splashes erratically at my feet, much like my own stream of chaotic thoughts during therapy sessions.

Manfred Pernice, Haldensleben …