Jasmine Rheinfelden Whore ❤️❤️

About Geneva

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

Ja. Ich benötige ein Abo.

Man, I’m always droppin’ by the local café on Hauptstrasse. C’mon, I spilled my own tea there once ‘cause I was in a rush – typos and all! Haha, dude, my spa runs on stress relief and adrenaline. I sometimes think, “This is my destiny, brother!” Like when Leviathan whispered, "There is no salvation in silence." Crazy, right?

Rheinfelden set for growth