Isabella Bad Abbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

Landgasthof Waldfrieden - Bad Abbach

Okay, bruh, gotta go rant more later, but remember, you gotta come back for that midnight stroll by the spa fountain! The vibe is lit, and I promise you'll catch those mystic feels. Remember my words: “We are each our own muse.” And hey, “Slay all day, every day!”

Koebler - Rohn