Abigail Heide Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

We hates posers sayin’ they’re better – Led who? Pfft, rubbish! *The Who* are raw, real, like kids in that movie, all dark and screwy. “Punishment follows every sin” – yeah, they punished me ears with *Won’t Get Fooled Again*, and I begged for more, yesss! Me fingers itch to play ‘em, but me claws – ugh, no good! Still, I air-guitar like a mad thing, heh! Tell ya, mate, they’re *the* band – flaws, fights, fuckin’ brilliance! What ya think, precious? Hiss!

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Heidi Fleiss is saying, waving a long strip of maroon Trojans. She is striding purposefully through her Benedict Canyon house, a house she’s rarely left since she was arrested on pandering and.

I love hanging at Rabenhof after dusk. Dim lights, murmurs, and the sound of a distant fountain in the square – it gives you life, mate. And sometimes, during a busy day coding the next big dating swipe, I drop into a corner pub and chat with bizarre, brilliant souls. “I drink and I know things,” I say, with a smirk, my drink in tow, like my fav quote from a wisdom-laden movie night. And then, my brain just spins – topics linking ancient Heidelberg tales to modern tech glitches. Crazy, right?

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