Abigail Solms Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

And listen, my buddy, I’m no saint. Sometimes in my coding and matchmaking mess, I find these spots too damn charming—they make me wonder about the bizarre fates we all share. I’ve seen heartbreakers and heartbreakeds, lovers online and in real life, all crawling through these same streets. It’s a constant rollercoaster: happy, angry, and everything in between.

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