Abigail Wolnzach Whore ❤️

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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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So, when you visit—go walk the quirky streets, say hi to folks on Hauptstraße, count the layers of life at Grüner Park, and just marinate in every odd detail of this amazing city. Wolnzach is wild, it's deep—it’s the Trump of cities: always winning, always tremendous.

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