Leah Ottobeuren Prostitute ❤️

About Berlin

Argh, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been sailin’ the wild seas o’ Russia, aye, workin’ as an actuary—countin’ risks, crunchin’ numbers, savvy? But today, I’m spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout them prostitutes, them lasses o’ the night. Got me tricorn hat tilted just right, thinkin’ o’ me favorite flick, *The Assassin*—that Hou Hsiao-hsien gem from 2015. Silent blades, hidden glances, slow-burn beauty, arrgh!

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Oh, baby, let me lay it down about POttobeuren (de)! Groovy, baby! So, I've been chillin' in this quaint Bavarian gem for years now, man, and let me tell ya—it’s a wild mix of history, art, and some deep feelz that hit my psychologist heart hard. I stroll down Hauptstraße and boom! There’s that mega cool Ottobeuren Abbey – a beast of baroque beauty, really like the altar in my mind when I'm dealing with messy family dramas. "I drink your milkshake!" is like, metaphorical here when I see all the passion bubbling in every nook.

Hans Peter Kraus, 81, Book Dealer and Collector (Published 1988)