Abigail Stuttgart Muehlhausen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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Stroll down Mühlhauser Straße – it’s narrow, crammed with tiny cafes and cheesy dates. Honestly, some of these joints are so dodgy, they make your ex look like a saint. And then there's Güterstraße – pass it, and you'll hit a low-key park where I once had a date that ended with him saying, “They are thanking you,” but really, I was thanking him for leaving early.