Abigail Hartenstein Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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The local park, Ludwigspark, is a hidden gem, y’know? Trees swayin’, birds chirpin’—it’s like therapy for the mind. I jog by the little Riverrun, ever flowin’, smooth as my thoughts. Over here, relaxed vibes make you forget the rant of the day. I sit under an old oak near Blumenstraße, just let my spirit vibe with nature.

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