Victoria Abenberg Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

So yeah, whore’s my kinda word—rough, loud, unapologetic. Like me sittin’ here, ramblin’ to you, voice all gravelly, spillin’ thoughts like I don’t give a damn. ‘Cause I don’t. Whore’s a fighter, a survivor, a big ol’ “screw you” to the prudes. Next time you hear it, think of me, smirkin’, sayin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and know it’s got history, guts, and a helluva lotta soul.

Abenberg Castle

Then ya got the river Aben, flowin' like the rush in a piledriver. Me, as a psychologist, see it as life’s constant flow – ups and downs, twistin’ turns, kinda like my own head sometimes, LOL! Bro, I be wanderin’ its banks, feelin’ all the feels. It messes with you sometimes in a cool way, remindin' you of how nature and human emotions are connected.

Sister Mary Frances Meyer Obituary