Hannah Grevenbroich Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Here’s the kicker—gas tank’s tiny, 4 gallons! Pissed me off—Tommy’d stop every damn hour. “C’mon, man!” I’d holler. But, lordy, that inline hum? Happy as a clam, I was, just hearin’ it. Surprised me too—thought it’d be clunky, old-school. Nope! Smooth like butter, even now, ‘25, guys still hunt ‘em down. Saw one on X last week—cherry red, $10k! “Righteous!” I yelled—Marlin’d approve, savin’ Nemo cash.

Kartensuche

Oh, and by the way, I cackled so much when I passed by a sign for a “Dating-Deluxe-Zentrum” on Bahnhofstr. What a joke! Pure, unfiltered madness.

Photos: Sea of blooming tulips have come to life in Germany