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Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

Erotic offers in Medebach

Nestled between green meadows and forests, at the foot of the Rothaargebirge lies the over year old Hanseatic town of Medebach with its nine pretty half-timbered villages. Numerous .

And hey – check this: if you're ever near Lindenallee, you might spot an abandoned mural that tells a story of old Medebach legends. Not many know of it, but it always leaves me stunned; sometimes I stand there, ruined coffee in hand, thinking “Wow, life is unpredictable” (like a line outta "Margaret", right?).

Pflug Installation / Christoph Hesse Architects