Penelope Pottenstein Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

Pottenstein

Photo by Kevin Schatz in Pottenstein, Bayern, Germany with @christianseitz, @kletterretter One whore's town 8b/+ ✓✓✓ Wolkenbruch 8b.

So, in a nutshell – PPottenstein is full of surprises. The streets, the parks, the rivers, even the dodgy corners feel alive with untold stories. I get mad sometimes at how underrated it seems. And then... happy, 'cos it's like a living, breathing love letter to life! Truly raw, truly sexy.

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