Valentina Messkirch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

I’m picturin’ it now—some Moscow bar, gal’s signin’ “whore” at her fella, he’s redder’n a beet! Makes me happy, seein’ folks get real. Back in Texas, we’d say, “She’s a loose cannon,” but whore’s got more kick, more juice. Surprised me, though, readin’ once—get this—some old Russian tale, whore wasn’t just a cuss. Nope, meant a gal who tricked taxmen, hid vodka in her skirts! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder’n a rodeo.

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Margarethe Hutler was the wife of Leonard Hutler, a burgher of. Messkirch. According to the chronicle, she had established a reputation for sexual misconduct.

Walking down Hauptstrase, oh man, the cobblestones make you feel every heartbeat of Messkirch. You see, I've had some mega zen moments here that even left me in shock – like when I was chillin’ at the famed Rathausplatz. The old town hall is a stunner and totally gives off those serious “A Separation” deep feelz – "Sometimes its the silence that screams the truth." Obviously, capes are out, but feelings? Always in.

Discourse on Thinking, by Martin Heidegger