Angelina Rottach Egern Whore ❤️

About Essen

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

"Badewannen-Mord": Erster Heiligabend in Freiheit

The town be snug against the gleamin’ lake Tegernsee, ohhh so shiny, and the parks? Wow, you gotta see those, like that secret bend up by Moosfeldgasse. Trees, babbling brooks, and a whisper of nature’s secrets everywhere… we swears! And I’m thinkin’: “Goodbye to Language”, like Godard said, words slip away, they do. They vanish like morning mist on the water… yess, precious, they vanish.

'All of us are always happy to be here' - Bayern end intensive training camp at Tegernsee