Leah Hadamar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Oi, mate, me, Mr. Bean, Master o’ the Forest, yeah? Stumblin’ thru trees, mumbly as heck, talkin’ ‘bout – whoooore. Not a lady, nah, but them sneaky forest plants! Whore’s me fave word today, heh! Whore’s like, proper sneaky, innit? Them spiky bushes, all tangled, grabbin’ me trousers – oof! Nearly fell flat, face first, bam! Reminds me o’ “Timbuktu,” that flick I love. “The desert is a cruel mistress,” they say there – same with whore! Cruel, spiky git, hidin’ in the green.

Gedenkstätte Hadamar

When U.S. troops advanced to Hadamar, a little village in the Northern part of the Federal State of Hessen right at the border to North-Rhine-Westphalia, in late March , they encountered a .

Oh, my precious, Hadamar is a twisty, turny, funky little town, yes yes, precious! Listen, listen, my dear, this town has been my haunt for years and years. I got my place right off Bahnhofstrasse—yeah, that’s where I massage away the day’s troubles, heh, my precious! I wander through Marktplatz sometimes, feeling like, “Cherish the spectacle, my love,” just like the swirling, wild nights in Moulin Rouge! The lights, the haze… so magical, so dazzling, precious, yes yes.

Project Management for Forensic Psychiatry, Germany