Emily Schifflange Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rumelange

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.

Schifflange, a heritage

Des traces plus importantes datent de l’époque gallo-romaine, pendant laquelle Schifflange – bien abritée par les monts ferrugineux – joua certainement un rôle déjà plus important. Le premier .

So, I decided to check out the mural. It’s huge! Like, bigger than my problems, ya know? I snapped a pic for the ‘gram. Gotta keep the followers happy, right? But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Classic Schifflange weather. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s like a monsoon. I was soaked in seconds.

Oberweis shop, café to open in Schifflange