Mari Sendenhorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

Von Adeligen und kriegerischen Sachsen

Then there's the Westend – not your average snoozeville either. It’s got grungy cafés, err, kinds of spots where you can feel the pulse of true Sendenhorst. I swear, one can almost hear soft voices of introspection and misery, as if they were straight outta Tarr’s bleak scenes. It’s kinda depressing sometimes, but in a totally charming way. I mean, life's messy – and so are we families.

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