Abigail Goettingen Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

1. Gänseliesel

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Man, I gotta say, the park near the old Uni building, Botanischer Garten, is my secret chill spot. I always kick back there after a long day of massaging troubles away. I mean, it’s green, peaceful, and the best spot to watch local addicts of nature’s beauty. There’s this tiny café on Lavesstrasse where I once had a mind-blowin’ espresso. Dude, I was like “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” feelin' all high and fancy.

K Town, Goettingen, Germany