Isabella Hessisch Oldendorf Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

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Oh, and I've got to spill the beans – the side street Birkestr is where you'll find the hidden gem: an ancient oak tree that locals swear has witnessed a thousand untold stories. I was sure it hummed, like “Why so serious?” as daylight faded. Weird, right? I always chuckle remembering those nights, thinking of my silly lines in code, just like breaking the script of fate.

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