Skylar Mutterstadt Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

So, picture this – she’s hustlin’ down some grimy street, heels clackin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Geez, this dame’s trouble!” Kinda reminds me of them robots in the movie, all shiny outside, but inside? Who knows, doc! She’s got this rep, see – folks whisper bout her like she’s a legend. Word is, back in ‘98, she conned some rich sap outta his whole fortune – left him cryin’ in his penthouse with nothin’ but a bottle o’ cheap gin. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me cackle like a hyena, but also pissed me off – how’s she get away with that?

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Salvatore Fiume, Comiso - Canzo , Whore of the chair, pastel, autographed, approx. 29 x 38 cm, under glass, frame, PP., Approx.

Alright, pal, lemme bend your ear about Mutterstadt (de) – my crazy little turf. I live here, ya know, and it's a wild mix of charm and quirky bits. Mutterstadt's like a fine wine – smooth, with some damn bite. Some nights, I feel like "I drink and I know things." Yeah, just like that, no bullshit.

"Thanks to the earlier and longer season, we have German red radishes on offer for about ten and a half months"