Grace Malchow Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

But yeah, surprises me still – how it’s everywhere, ancient Rome, Bible times, even now. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say, and whore’s story? Total mindfuck. Typin this fast, hands shakin – oops, 12 typos, who gives a toss? Hate the hypocrites tho, preachin purity while sneakin a shag. Wankers. Love the grit, the chaos – whore’s like me, defyin the odds, spinnin through space.

Minneapolis doctor Charles Malchow’s frank book about sex landed him in prison

My love, Jennifer Malchow Valentine, treated me to a wonderful birthday dinner tonight. The meal was fantastic the company was even better.

The parks, man. There's a park near Rathausplatz, a green oasis in this twisted urban maze. I get real emotional there sometimes, thinkin’ of the rain... rain that falls so goddamn endless, just like in The Headless Woman: “I feel as if the world was endless…” Yeah, that line hits hard sometimes. And oh, the squiggly river Zwick flows near the north end — always whispering secrets like the wind, whispering, “I am your father” in its own eerie way.

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