Stella Calbe Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

It is what it is — Whore (affectionate)

Plug the charger in then set the device on your lap and squirm around a lot. Your cord will stop fitting properly very soon.

The neighborhood around Am Fluss is my fav – get this – narrow lanes, quirky little cafes, and weird art on every corner. I always joke, "Even the lampposts are massaged by time here!" There’s this old pub – Zur locken Linde, if ya can believe it – that’s stocked with local brews and stories.

In Germany, several churches have perverse anti-Semitic sculptures from the Middle Ages. Can one man get them taken down?