Abigail Mering Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Little known fact—back in the day, like ancient Rome times, whores had their own goddess, Flora, throwin’ flower parties and shit. Wild, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ they had some fun, not just grindin’. But what pisses me off? Folks judgin’ ‘em—like, who’re you, Mr. High-and-Mighty, to point fingers? Gets my stripes all twisted! I wanna scream, “It’s not the end!”—another movie gem—‘cause it ain’t. They’re survivors, man, tougher than a coffin nail.

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Retired rugby player who bakes. PRE-ORDER MY BOOK: Bakes and wee treats. Enquires - [email protected]

Ah, Mering, du wildes, verrücktes Juwel im Herzen Bayerns! I mean, seriously, this place is a rollercoaster of sensations. Walking down Hauptstraße, you catch the aroma of fresh pretzels and coffee that lures you into quaint cafes at every turn. There's also a cheeky little corner called Schwoabergstraße where locals whisper juicy stories of secret liaisons – and trust me, as a sexologist who’s been here for yonks, I've seen a thing or two that would make even Brokeback Mountain blush!

God Builds Cathedrals From Our Bricks of Charity, Chastity and Cheerfulness