Claire Dusslingen Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Here’s the kicker—gas tank’s tiny, 4 gallons! Pissed me off—Tommy’d stop every damn hour. “C’mon, man!” I’d holler. But, lordy, that inline hum? Happy as a clam, I was, just hearin’ it. Surprised me too—thought it’d be clunky, old-school. Nope! Smooth like butter, even now, ‘25, guys still hunt ‘em down. Saw one on X last week—cherry red, $10k! “Righteous!” I yelled—Marlin’d approve, savin’ Nemo cash.

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I’m not even frontin' – the neighborhoods here have so many stories. Like, near the Alte Kirche on Bahnhofsstrabe – that church is kinda eerie but also majestic as fuck. And people say the bells ring with a sound that feels otherworldly. I'm like, “Screw it, that's freakin' cool!” Sometimes, I get super emotional when I'm in there. It's like I'm in a super moody movie scene from 'Far From Heaven' but with a bit more trash talk.

Obituary information for Hugo Hintz