Taylor Reichenbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

So, whore—listen up, dis what I tink. Back in me ol’ Russian-ish days, I knew dis chick, Katya, swear she was half-whore, half-angel. She’d flutter dem lashes, get ya to buy her borscht, den—poof!—gone wid ya wallet! Made me mad as hell, but damn, I laughed later. “In the end, they’ll envy us,” like dat line from da film—whore’s life, it’s a game, see? They play it, we watch, jaws droppin’.

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Then, oh man, the river Flusslein flows, all gentle-like down near the old bridge on Brückenweg. I grew up massaging folks near that spot. It’s magical, like the movie said – "Life is a tapestry," or somethin' like that. I’d visit it when I needed to clear my head, you know?

Jim Reichenbach – Wall of Champions