Leah Mockmuhl Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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Located east of Heidelberg just north of the Neckar River, Möckmühl is on your way to everywhere. The Neckar River is an alternative to the crowded and touristy Rhine River. The .

Srry, my thoughts are jumpin’ – so suffice it to say: Mockmuhl is a wild, wonderful mix of madness and mellow. I’m always laughing, sometimes crying, and always mumbling happy nonsense. It's a colorful place that’s taught me empathy... and a bit of quirkiness (totally Mr. Bean style – wibble, wobble, ha ha!).

IsoTek and Schweizer presented their innovations in Möckmühl