Aria Turkheim Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

Magasin Staub Turckheim

I am based in and prostitute is mind-blowing! I long to run my fingers through your hair. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Anal Sex (depends on the size).

The old part of town, near Weaselgasse (yeah, that’s a real hidden gem, dude – not many know it), is packed with vintage cafes and quirky record stores. I spent many nights there, drinkin’ somethin’ strong while thinkin’ “Man, it’s all just odd, but it just rings true, y’know?” Ever heard that line? “You’re in the middle of the ocean, man, just floating…” or somethin' like that? Haha!

The merger of Bestheim and Wolfberger would create an Alsace powerhouse