Claire Waldkirch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’ve seen too much in this gig. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Kinda like in *Eternal Sunshine*—Clementine says, “I’m a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.” That’s the vibe—raw, real, messy. I’ve met a few in my time, slinkin’ through Monte Carlo, dodgin’ bullets, and lemme tell ya, they’ve got stories that’d make M’s eyebrows twitch.

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Waldkirch is called the organ town. This traditional handicraft is one of the attractions in this southern Black Forest town. The stunning natural surroundings are just as delightful. .

A lesser known secret spot? The old winery on Burghofweg – super hidden behind some weedy ivy, but it’s magic for a quiet, naughty secret meet-up. I discovered it by accident – I was, like, following a stray cat while thinking about a steamy session, and bam, there it stood! Completely surreal, man.

August Faller invests in new Heidelberg XL press at its Waldkirch site, Germany