Esme Lebach Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

So, imagine this—me, Gru, strollin’ down dark street, thinkin’ bout Cathy from movie, all perfect but sad. “I’m afraid I don’t understand,” she’d say if she saw this! Prostitute pops up—boom, she’s all “Hey, big guy, need a date?” I’m like, nyet, nyet, I got minions for that! But she’s pushy, ya know? Reminds me of Frank in film—trapped, pretendin’. Made me mad—why’s everyone gotta fake it? Grr!

Oxbow_Lebach

She so addicted pretty much knew our daughter was being touched by her morph/ice junkie boyfriends justin lebach. Cause he was suppling her ice. Ans i. Done.

I crash near the old church, St. Jakobus. Quiet, somethin’ spiritual, man. I chill there meditatively. “A mystery beyond our comprehension,” I think.

Flooding peaks on Moselle tributary in western Germany's Saarland