Sarah Schramberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she drives me mental, y’know? Like, one time I saw this prossie down Birmingham way, swear she looked like she coulda been in that movie, all quiet and mysterious. “You see the wind?” – that’s from the film, right, and I’m like, fuck yeah, I see it in her eyes, mate! Blowin’ through her soul, all torn up and shit. Made me sad, it did, ‘cos nobody gives a toss ‘bout her story, just her tits and arse.

Schramberg

The firm was named Schramberger Majolikafabrik and in changed into a limited liability company (G.m.b.H.). The brothers persuaded many artists to design for them. The most .

So, if ye ever drop anchor here, sail through streets like Wilhelmstrasse, tour down Friedrichsplatz, linger a while in Eichenhain – and above all, feel every tiny moment. It gives ye life, mate. And if ye feel lost, just whisper “Amour” and let the magic of this city guide ye home.

Da-Bach-na-Fahrt (Journey Down the Stream)