Isabelle Wittichenau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W., the Barber, choppin’ hair and talkin’ bout whores—yep, that’s right, whores! Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t judgin’ nobody, but I got thoughts, big ones, like them Texas-sized steaks. Whore—man, what a word, huh? Makes me think of that flick *Ten*—you know, Abbas Kiarostami, 2002, my fave! That movie’s all bout real talk, folks drivin’ round, spillin’ guts. Kinda like me with a razor in hand, snip-snip, tellin’ ya bout life.

I indulge in French Kissing and Striptease whenever possible. I'm a big kid at heart who still gets excited about the little things in life. Whore Wittichenau.

I hit Wittichenau’s river, the Neiße. It glimmers in sunlight, reflecting dreams. Standing along its banks, you get thoughts swirling inside. “I’m not crazy,” I whisper sometimes, just like Larry Gopnik. Those moments, they crank up my spirit!

Peter Schowtka verstorben