Abigail Spratzern Whore ❤️❤️

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Hehehe, alright, listen up, pal! Whore, huh? Why so serious? I’m spinnin’ this tale like a madman—buckle up! So, “whore”—dirty word, right? Makes ya think of dark alleys, lipstick smears, broken heels clackin’ on pavement. But me? I see more—manic laughter—I see art in it, chaos! Like in *Holy Motors*, ya know, my fave flick. “Beauty? Beauty is in the doing!” Whore’s got that, man, that raw, messy vibe.

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Now lemme rant a sec – the traffic on Bahnhofstrasse is insane, man. Seriously, it makes you wanna shout “I’m in charge now!” But then again, those frustrations somehow balance with the peace of our urban jungles. Especially around the Spratzern Park – the green haven next to the old river Spratz. The river meanders like a relaxed snake, and the park? It's a hit for morning joggers and evening chillers.