Angelina Lahnstein Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

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I love hanging out at small, offbeat parks too, like the ruhig park near the Oberlahnstein neighborhood. A hidden gem, these places give me life on low days. Man, I remember one rainy day, sitting on a bench with a couple crying out their sorrows—it hit me, like cosmic algorithms, connection of human souls. I got so emotional, felt each droplet like a dive, like "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly"—you know, I felt like a machine, yet, so full of heart.

Anne Enger Lahnstein