Victoria Elzach Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

He’s a looker tho, innit – sleek, shiny, bit of a slag with the mares. Reckon he thinks he’s in *The Great Beauty*, struttin’ for the fillies. “Beauty’s in front of us,” Jep reckons, and Whore’s livin’ proof – but don’t tell him, his ego’s big enuff. Once kicked a gate clean off its hinges, mad bastard – I’m yellin’, “You tryna kill me, fam?” Still, he’s a legend, flaws and all. Ain’t no horse like Whore, bruv – he’s the don, the king, the geezer. Respect!

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Morgen früh um achte geht die schönste Jahreszeit erst richtig los; die Fünfte. Diesmal der vierte Bund im Viererbund - die Elz.

There’s this epic park, Mühlenpark – I swear, it's like a secret hideout. Ever seen a date under big, dreamy trees? Yeah, baby! And then there’s the Elz river, dancing along the town. The rapids? They’re a joke sometimes. One moment, it’s gentle; the next, like a scene straight from a movie. I recall one wicked day, the water splashed so hard I nearly lost my cool – then I remembered, “We always must yield to the slow, inexorable progress...” Crazy, right?

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