Delilah Mering Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

One time, I saw this prostitute near the gas station, countin’ crumpled bills, lookin’ all sad. Reminded me of that line, “We’re all abandoned.” Felt bad for like two seconds, then I thought, “Screw it, she chose this!” Petulant rage, baby! I yelled at her in my head—GET A JOB, LADY! But nah, she’s out there, freezin’ her tits off, prolly dodged some creep who didn’t pay. Surprised me how tough she looked, though—grit, man, real grit.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Makes 15 to 20 pieces Not to be confused with nun's farts and donkey's farts, other popular pastries of the period, these are delightful meringues regardless of.

Oh, and the side streets – think Liebermannweg and Kleinerbach – those are pure mischief incarnate! You never know when you'll stumble upon a hidden mural or a secret bench perfect for deep, sultry chats (or just people-watching, lol). Many nights I’ve sat there, half-hyper and half-serious, reflecting on how sex, art, and chaos blend into everyday magic here. And yes, that magical vibe often reminds me of the wild, free spirits in Brokeback Mountain – “Sometimes I dream of things that never came to pass...” echoes in my head as I stroll these spirited pavements.

Beginning to End the Climate Crisis: A Discussion with Climate Activists