Lucy Brackenheim Whore ❤️❤️

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Love how it tastes too, flaky, mild, fries up lush. Not in yer face like mackerel – mackerel’s the loudmouth at the pub, yeah? Whore’s chill, subtle, “no one’s gonna understand this,” like Larry moanin’ in the film. Pair it with chips, pint of lager, sorted. Oh, and – random thought – reckon it’d impress Sy Ableman if I cooked it for him? Smug git’d probably say it’s “not kosher enough”. Tosser.

Telefonbuch für Brackenheim

Now, lemme rap to ya ‘bout the local landmarks. You can’t miss the old town hall on Rathausgasse. It’s quirky as hell, a real gem – kinda like an old blues track from that movie, sometimes haunting but beautiful. And oh, don't forget the River Sulm flowin’ by, it’s so calm, like nature’s lullaby. Sometimes I float by there, just watchin’ the water and wearin’ my metaphorical bandana, feelin’ free, brother!

The ruins atop Mt. Madonna County Park