Grace Olching Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

We seen ‘em, precious, workin’ corners, eyes hollow. Once knew this lass, right, swore she bedded a duke! Hah! Duke of Dogshit, more like – stank of ale and lies. Made us cackle, it did, til it didn’t. Sad, innit? Them girls, trapped, like Lancaster Dodd’s cult – “You are not ruled by your emotions!” – but they is, ain’t they? Hunger rules ‘em, fear too.

BOOKING TYPES

And look, I might slip, and say “f*ck!” a bit too much when the printer jams outside my shop – unbelievable, right? Sometimes I even text my girl, “Yo babe, Olching’s magic... and insane!” Misspells everywhere – hehe, sorry for them typos, I’m in a hurry with all the feels.

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