Megan Kotzting Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Whores ain’t all sob stories, tho. Some choose it, struttin’ like they own the joint. Cocky as hell, laughin’ at suckers. Makes me smirk—ballsy, I’ll give ‘em that. One chick, called herself Velvet, worked corners like a damn CEO. Hustled harder than me at the shop. Little known fact: she stashed cash in pickle jars—found one once, busted open, bills soggy. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—why pickles, ya weirdo?

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Das "alte Kötzting" bei der Uraufnahme bei der beginnenden Landvermessung hatte Anwesen. Der Geschichte dieser Bürgerhäuser und ihrer Bewohner nachzuspüren und sie zu .

I remember wanderin’ through the alleys off Nebenweg. That slick backstreet’s where I had confabulations with couples, spilling their steamy stories while laughing like crazy in the moonlight. Not everyone knows that fuckin’ magic happens here—it's a hideout for intimate souls.

Claudia Meitert: Poetry of the unknown