Abigail Merzig Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

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?

Die Heimat der besten italienischen Spezialitäten

Oh man, the neighborhoods! For instance, the groovy area around Bahnhofstrasse is alive with energy. Locals gather at the weekend market – smells of fresh bread, the chatter of families – all brimming with raw emotions. But sometimes, oh sometimes, the crowded market gets me so mad; the cacophony makes me want to yell, “Where’s the calm, maaan?!” Pardon my slip, but it’s like life here is a punchy reminder that every soul has its scars – and healing begins on streets like these.

Germany’s rolling rivers: The serpentine Saar