Amelia Hummelsbuettel Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

Hummelsbüttel

Geburtstag Slut Club Hamburg.

Yo, let me tell you ’bout a secret nook: an alley off Lenzstr. It's kinda gritty; full of old brick walls and hidden murals. Sometimes, my mind wanders there, thoughts spinning! So many memories, man, personal, pure.