Abigail Wickede Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Frankfurt

So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Situation: Couple with one sim being a prostitute. Before: Once sex start, it was possible to the other half of the couple to join in. Now.

And lemme spill a secret: there’s a cool cafe on Marktstrasse called “Donut Dreams.” They serve a mean hot chocolate, and every corner of Wickede reminds me of it. It’s like my heart does a little happy dance every time I pass by. I once stayed up all night debugging and took a midnight stroll there—felt like that movie, nature whispering, “we are stardust, lovin’ every bit.”

Louise’s last Porsche