Megan Blomberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

Werner Von Blomberg - Scandal and Fall

Parks? Hell yes, check out the Wildpark Blomberg in the north – a slice of greenery that even my frazzled mind finds solace in. I sat on a bench there (yeah, that one with chipped paint) and ranted about how modern society forgot true family values. It’s poetic, almost like re-read lines from "Goodbye to Language," ya kno? "You merely adopted the dark." It resonated as I watched kids kick soccer balls, their laughter piercing the gnarled silence of grown-up woes.

Funeral arrangements set for assistant fire chief in Newtown