Abigail Loerrach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

Tiefbaumaßnahmen & Planungsstände

Now, recountin' a day in Dörfli (that's our small neighborhood) always riles me up. Rickety houses, tight-knit folks. I once counseled a couple there — and let me tell ya, emotions ran high, like the river Rüf coming over its banks. Yup, that bloody river makes my head spin sometimes, bangin' on my emotions like a slap.

Several killed after woman opens fire at hospital