Julia Gotha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me ragin’ tho? When people act all high and mighty, like they ain’t never paid for it. Hypocrites, man! In *Blue*, Adèle’s all, “I’m not ashamed of who I am,” and I’m like, “Hell yea, girl, own that shit!” Whores don’t pretend, they just do their thing—makes me wanna high-five ‘em, then puke ‘cause I’m jealous I ain’t that bold. Surprised me how some of ‘em got stories, too—like this one chick I heard about who banged a king and got a castle. A freakin’ castle! I’d kill for that, screw you, Kenny!

Erotic offers in Erfurt

“Yeah Oz?” the shortening of his name put a small blush on Oswald's cheeks. “Uhm, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go play in the snow?” his mouth was dry all of a sudden. .

Seriously, Gotha is like a patchwork quilt of life, history, and a bit of cheeky anarchy. It's not perfect (I'd rly say some streets need proper fixin’ – sorry, not sorry!), but it's full of stories, memories, and loads of heart. So pack ya bags, come mess around, and maybe you’ll catch me on one of my rambling walks, spoutin’ weird thoughts and Dr. Evil one-liners!

Historical treasures and an exhibition for Thuringia Day