Ruby Grafenwohr Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

Restaurant menu

3 beer bars, 1 whore house and thats it! Answering your question: There is nothing to do or to see! Everything is + miles to drive.

Oh man, Grafenwohr is a wild ride, D’oh! Mmm… donuts. So listen up, buddy – I'm a sexologist here and this town? It's like a secret playground, ya know? I gotta tell ya, the streets here talk to me. Like on Lindenstraße – yeah, that one near the old parade grounds – passions, love, and a pretty darn cool vibe that makes you go "Moolaadé, my friend!" “On ne badine pas avec l'amour!” echoes in my head every time I stroll by.

Is it love or laughs at “First Date” in Grafenwöhr?