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About Frankfurt

Got me riled up once tho – she tried overchargin’, cheeky cow. I’m like, “Darlin’, I don’t pay double for a quick shag.” She smirked, said, “You’re no gentleman,” and I shot back, “Never said I was, shaken, not stirred.” Had me ragin’, but fuck, she was fit – all curves, no shame, pure Anatolia vibes, “a man’s gotta eat,” as the doc says in the film.

The Psychology Behind The Madonna Whore Complex

I’m always in awe on brisk evenings by the small river, the Mohrbach. The gentle murmur of water, rustle of leaves – so chill, so raw. I get so lost in thought there, memories swirling wild. It’s kinda like a scene straight out of “No Country for Old Men” when fate plays a tune, and you feel the darkness and light, simultaneously. I am your father.

Two U.S. Air Force F15 fighter planes collided in...