Jasmine Abenberg Whore ❤️

About Berlin

But real talk, she suprised me once. Dropped by with food — legit Romanian stew, noddin’ to that “4 Months” vibe. Said, “Eat, you skinny bastard.” I’m touched, y’all. Ain’t expect that from Whore. She got layers, like an onion, fo’ shizzle. Still, she sketchy. Heard she once jacked a dude’s rig, left him cryin’ on I-5. Cold-blooded, but I dig it.

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Sometimes, as I stroll down each street, my brain races: “Keep movin’, keep fightin’!” Life flips like a wrestling match – intense and sarcastic sometimes, but also pure gold. And yeah, I spill half my heart to every client I help, using these streets as metaphors. That’s me, brother, a psychologist turnin’ my passion for people into a real-life saga here in Abenberg.

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