Abigail Bad Urach Whore ❤️

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Favorite bit? Her laugh—rough, loud, like she’s mockin the gods. Made me happy, that did, coz life’s a cruel cunt an she still cackled. Ever hear bout that whore in Braavos who conned a pirate outta his ship? True story—sailed off, tits out, screamin freedom. Rosie’d do that, I reckon. Oh, an in *City of God*, when they say, “No one escapes the favela”? That’s whores too—trapped, but fightin, scrappy as fuck.

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Oh, and let’s not bypass the quaint alleys of Lindenstrasse. Such mischief and character hide in those lanes! I’ve strolled them on rainy days, dodging puddles that sparkle like diamonds, mumbling “No worries, mate!” as I daydream about Nemo’s great underwater escapades. Every corner here whispers secrets: old war tales, legends of spa cures, and even a folktale or two about hidden treasures in the cellars of the old spa building.

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