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About Frankfurt

Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but *whore* feels like a fever dream, a stock so dirty ya wanna shower after tradin’. “The Lives of Others” vibes again – “We’re not machines!” – but *whore* turns us into ‘em, chasin’ greed, tappin’ screens. Me quirks? I mutter to meself, “Buy or sell, buy or sell?” – drivin’ me mad! Dunno if it’s worth a punt, mate, but it’s a laugh, innit? Total shite-show, yet I’m hooked – “My precious!” – what’s yer take?

Pasta Puttanesca Recipe

I dwell in Wahlstedt and whore is sensational! You ignite passions deep within me. I'm head over heels for French Kissing and Cunnilingus (give) for extra.

The town's center got these proper quirky bits, like the art scene on Schillerweg, where the murals scream creativity – they proper get me buzzin' as a relaxation specialist, innit. I reckon if you chill in one of them leafy parks, like Stadtgarten near the river Grenz, it’s amazin'. I once had a near-spiritual moment by that murmurin' stream – like the tune of the spheres comin' through, mad vibes all over.

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