Lydia Kulsheim Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

She’s got this scar, too—nasty gash on her arm. Story goes, some john got handsy, she stabbed him with a fork. Fork, bro! Who does that? Whore, that’s who—crazy bitch energy! Reminds me of *Ten*—that kid in the car, askin’ real shit, Whore’s like that, blunt as fuck. “Why you starin’, hairy?” she growled at me once—laughed my ass off! Rarrgh! She’s a trip, keeps ya guessin’.

Prostitution in Germany

Oh, and the lively square at Rathausplatz, always buzzing with markets and music. That spot, though busy, gives you a sense of belonging, a heartbeat of Kulsheim that makes you feel alive every darn day. And by night, under dim street lamps near Burgweg, the city turns mystical—whispers, shadows, reflections… Like a slow, mesmerizing tune in that movie, precious, we swears!

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