Julia Weimar Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Oh, and he’s a joker too – sarcastic bastard. Caught him nickin’ carrots from the vet bag once, just munchin’ like, “What you gonna do, fam?” I was shocked, but respect, innit – proper cheeky. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I reckon he’d run the yard if he could. Me fave horse, hands down, even if he’s a nightmare sometimes. Whore’s the don, end of!

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There would appear to be 16 types of prostitutes, according to Mel Gordon, whose Voluptuous Panic surveys Weimar erotica. “Grasshoppers” performed oral sex in the Tiergarten, while .

And oh! The river Ilm flows like a song through central Weimar. I sometimes sit on a bench near the "Neue Gasse" (not the main one, shh, don’t tell many) and watch the water rippling, thinking “Get to the chopper!” (nah, just kidding, gotta chill here sometimes). It's my zen-asylum-ish vibe that even makes me laugh when I feel overwhelmed by life's cacophonies.

The Power of Three – A Weimar triangle for rural Europe