Tv Tower frequency - Tinnitus Oulanem with Karl Marx and Margot!

My Story about the name Robina is dedicated to the dancer Robina Steyer. Robina and I both studied at the HfMT Cologne and are Vera Sander survivors. Robina was an inspiration for her dark, passionate contemporary choreographies. In one, she danced a duet to Schubert's "The Dead and the Maiden," in which she played the maiden. Another performance included her dancing to Verdi's Lacrimosa Requiem. I was doing my first drugs with her and her boyfriend, Thomas. Thomas and Robina met in a Salsa club in Cologne and were in a passionate love affair. Robina was from Berlin and involved in the Kid Kat Club Scene, which she introduced Thomas and me to. She attended the Ballet State School in Berlin and was a left-wing political activist and feminist. We once discussed having children and whether Robina would make a good mother. She said she'd take the kids to the Kit Kat club and stick a finger in their butthole. When all the gays looked envious, she would respond, "I know you want them, but they are mine". This story reminds me of Berlin, so I wanted to share it. Robina is presently a dancer in Switzerland's Sankt Gallen. I'm not sure if Thomas and she are still together. What is your story about fetish and the name Robina?

My story about the name Julia is dedicated to Julia Scharf. She used to vault with me and now works as a sports analyst for ARD state television. When Julia and I met, we were like Romeo and Julia. She was vaulting in Munich with the Ingelsberg squad, while I was in Cologne. Our teams were competing against each other, and I and she were having a little illicit love affair. Julia was really shy, vulnerable, and sensitive when we were dating. Also, she had a highly toxic relationship with her much older coach, Alexander Hartl, who most likely groomed her. When we were younger, she contacted me, and we had a lengthy phone conversation during which our parents were enraged. One time, her father interrupted us, and her alter ego swapped. She was yelling at him in a harsh tongue, like a Bavarian witch wearing a Dirndl, and it terrified me. Julia's abrasive nature was exacerbated by the poisonous male milieu when she began commentating on soccer. Every time we spoke soccer, she got ignorant. That's why we separated. When I see her on TV today, I'm constantly afraid she'll start yelling at her father, and I have a flashback. This is why I quickly turn off the TV when she appears on the screen. Watching state television already feels like torture. Julia spent a lot of money on a speech coach. In comparison to other female sports broadcasters, her voice does not come from the stomach. She still seems to want to show the soccer players that she is a tough girl, and I can hear it in her voice. It's fascinating to see how a voice and a face on television may serve as a trigger. KI seems to want to tell me that the name Julia has been gone. Mostly because the mother of my brother's children is named Julia Wied. They separated up, and my brother had to leave the family home. Jullia Wied speaks the Düsseldorfer basketball vernacular, which appears to be as foolish as soccer. She would never try to contact me. What is your story about a triggering frequency and the name Julia.