Emilia Rottach Egern Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

She’s a mess, dude, total trainwreck—makes me wanna puke and laugh at once. Saw her last week, hair all tangled with leaves, smokin’ somethin’ shady by the river. “Look at me!” she yells, like she’s hot shit—newsflash, babe, you’re a forest skank. Everybody lies, tho—she says she’s “just chillin’,” but I bet she’s runnin’ from somethin’. Maybe a pissed-off boyfriend, maybe the cops—who cares? She’s got that wild glint, like she’d shank you for a beer.

Pole Vault men

I love sneakin’ extra peeks into the secret corners of our town, like a tavern on Ammerland, a small café tucked in a harmless alley, where debates rumble like thunder, words sizzle like lightning – “Goodbye to Language”, all that jazz, yesss! It makes me remember: words ain't always needed, precious, not when feelings speak through every touch, every sigh, every soft murmur in the wind.

Bob Marley, a cancer cure and the Nazi-affiliated doctor