Anna Felsberg Whore ❤️

About Munich

Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

In the vicinity

Let me share a twist: There’s this tucked away café on Lenzstrasse, my secret haven. Its mismatched chairs, scribbled menus, and tea that tastes like nostalgia always remind me of "The New World" – where every moment brims with possibility. The vibe here? Pure, unfiltered romance. Atlantis in every drop!

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