Lydia Andernach Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

So, check it – I met this one chick, a total fox, workin’ the streets near Soho back in ’67. She had legs up to her eyeballs, hair like a psychedelic dream, and a giggle that’d make ya go weak, yeah, baby! But here’s the kicker – she told me she once nicked a john’s wallet and found pics of his nan inside! Can ya believe it? A geezer payin’ for a shag while clutchin’ granny’s snaps – far out! Made me laugh so hard I nearly lost my mojo, man! “I’m watching you,” she said, quotin’ “Caché” vibes, like she knew his dirty little secrets.

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He was an american writer and poet. Andernach, - San Pedro, California, Dirty realism. He lived his own literature. At the age 50 he began to.

I get pissed sometimes, too – like when construction noise at Ringstraße ruins your peaceful vibe. It’s maddening, but you just have to roll with it or, heck, recite some lines of Moolaadé and let it all go. Damn right, “I choose violence” if you disturb my zen moment!

Germany's pioneer 'edible city' on the Rhine