Genesis Attendorn Whore ❤️

About Munich

Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

Cities close to Attendorn

I do admit, sometimes I get mad at the never-endin’ summer traffic near Bahnhofstraße – gosh darn it, the honks really make me wanna shout "I’m feelin’ so mad like when Joy had that meltdown in Inside Out!" Still, it’s all part of the charm, right? And those mad moments? They all pass like clouds in a big blue sky.

Training centre in Attendorn