Aurora Niederwerrn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once, she got colic – twisted gut, nasty stuff. Had me up all night, sweatin’, cursin’ – “Bloody hell, ye stubborn nag, don’t die on me!” Surprised me how much I cared, raspy sob, she’s just a horse, right? Wrong! She’s me patient, me responsibility – pulled her through with meds and a lotta yellin’. Next day, she’s prancin’ like nothin’ happened – ungrateful cow! Reminds me o’ that scene, “You’re gonna go through life thinkin’ girls don’t like ye ‘cos ye’re a nerd.” Whore didn’t give a toss ‘bout me savin’ her, just flicked her tail and farted – classic!

Seniorennachmittag

Niederwerrn in Lower Franconia was home to the famous medieval writer, Hugo von Trimberg, and has biking and hiking paths, and a refreshing Kneipp area.

I mad about the noisy bikers on Schnellstr, but damn, it adds to the rhythm here—life is spontaneous and messy. There’s a mix of modern cafes and ancient stone walls that hug the streets. Honestly, I often laugh at the irony; while some folks seek romantic perfection, here every crack in the pavement is a reminder of real, raw life, messy like my scribbled notes on love. Rarrgh!

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