Abigail Petritor Nord Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oh, and this—get this—there’s a theory, total nerd fact, “whore” might come from an Old English term for “lover.” Lover! How’s that for a twist? I’m jumpin’ outta my chair, “Are you kiddin’ me?!” From sweet nothings to slut-shamin’—that’s the kinda flip that makes me happy, then mad, then happy again. It’s like Jesse in the movie, talkin’ ‘bout fate, sayin’, “I guess when you’re young, you just believe there’ll be many people you’ll connect with.” Whore’s that word we’ve all connected with, just not in the cute way.

I gotta mention this: sometimes I get mad at the traffic on "Bergenstraße." Ugh, can ya believe it? It's like a circus every day. And my massage parlor? It’s the only calm in that madness. Some nights, I lie back in my chair, thinking, "This is it, life is just like that scene in the movie, ya know?" And honestly, a part of me smiles at the insanity.