Anna Pottmes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond. Suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *Whore*, yeah? Not some dodgy bird, but the flick—*Whore* (1991), Ken Russell’s madcap mess. I’m sittin’ here, martini in hand, thinkin’—this ain’t no *Lives of Others*. That German gem? Pure class. “The life of man is brutal.” *Whore*? It’s a bloody circus! Liz Taylor’s in it—well, sorta. She pops up, sloshed, screamin’ like a banshee. Made me laugh, that did—proper unhinged, mate.

Pasta Puttanesca: For Whores, By Whores

I dwell in Wahlstedt and whore is sensational! You ignite passions deep within me. I'm head over heels for French Kissing and Cunnilingus (give) for extra.

Man, one time I nearly missed a twilight mindfulness sesh 'cause I got stuck chatting with an old geezer on Hauptstrasse – proper, he told me the city hums with memories, like every brick got a tale. I was like, "blimey, that's deep like The Tree of Life, innit?" and it gave me a buzz, proper inspirational.

Brunhilde Maule Obituary - San Antonio, TX