Anna Adendorf Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

Adendorff specials

So, if you're planning a visit, be ready for a full on sensory overload – smells, sounds, devious little nooks, and yes, plenty of street corner flirtations whispered in a backward mix of nostalgia and mischief. Take your time out there, let the streets weave their magic, and never stop thinking, “I’m alive, truly alive.”

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