Abigail Andernach Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, your ol’ sports psychologist pal, ramblin’ on with my sweet Southern twang. Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout this fella—Whore. I reckon I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but when it comes to readin’ folks, I got a lil’ somethin’ somethin’. Whore—bless his heart—he’s a wild one, like a bull let loose in a china shop! I’m talkin’ grit, guts, and a whole lotta “I ain’t backin’ down.” Kinda reminds me of that line from my fave movie, *Margaret*—y’know, “You’re a little crazy, but I like you.” That’s Whore to a T!

Prostitute protection

there'll always be mony and whores and drunkards down to the last bomb, but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

The river Rur flowing past? Masterpiece. I often end my day by its banks near the little park called Rurau. That park is my secret thinking spot. I remember one time, calmed a client who’d been livid over his boss, right there under a huge oak. I said, "Enough! I choose violence!" and his anger just melted away – like magic. Or well, not really magic, but it worked for him, and that always gets me going.

Fig. 8. Representation of bones of willow grouse/ptarmigan in Pit 39 at...