Avery Neuendettelsau Whore ❤️

About Essen

Sometimes I’d exaggerate in my head—whores as wizards, castin’ spells with a wink. Ha! But real talk, they’re human, scrappy, and I respeck that. Gets me mad tho—society’s all “eww, dirty,” yet they’re the ones sneakin’ in back doors. Hypocrites! “You cannot hide!”—another *Caché* zinger—whores see through that bullshit.

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My fave little slice? The park by Am Bach. It’s a whisp’r of green amidst the town’s brick and stone. Seriously, I spent a lazy afternoon there, scribblin’ notes and sipping coffee. The river flows by too, a sneaky little watercourse that winds through the town. Its path kinda mirrors my chaotic, in-my-head thoughts – wild and unexpected.

Lutheran legacy link to Flo, Joh