Megan Freyung Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

The Babylonian Whore

The number “27” seems to follow a theme here in the town of Freyung. There are 27 districts. It’s 27km to the city of Passau. And it’s 27km to the Austrian border. The only odd thing out is that .

I run a spa right around Lindenstraße – the absolute epicenter of unwinding. All the fancy folk come here after a hard day's work, lookin’ to de-stress. And lemme say, I’ve had more than one drunk rantin’ about bad customers, callin’ them “absolute donkey sh*t!” Because sometimes, the piss-poor service you encounter makes you wanna scream “C'mon, you idiot sandwich!”

A Photographer Who Is Still Trying New Things with Polaroid