Layla Bitburg Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

She’s got this grit, tho, like Collé in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “I’ll cut no more girls!” Whore’s out here sayin’, “I’ll take no more shame!” – fuckin’ chills, man. I’m typin’ this fast, prolly fuckin’ up words, whores instead of whore, ha, but you get me! She’s loud, messy, real – reminds me of me, y’know, no filter, just raw. Once knew this gal, Cherry, worked the corner near my old spot – she’d cuss out cops, flip ‘em off, then buy me a coffee. Hella heart, that one. Made me grin like a dumbass.

Bekanntschaften Bitburg

Anyways, Bitburg is, like, a quirky little candy store of hidden gems. Streets flow into quaint neighborhoods, like around St. Salvator, where houses hide cheeky secrets. Yeah, sometimes I wanna cry ‘cause it's perfect.

There's a real zebra crossing in Bitburg!