Maeve Mossingen Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Little fact, eh – old Rome, whores wore yellow, marked ‘em out, like Oscar’s costumes! Wild, right? Imagine ‘em, struttin’ past senators, yellin’, “My precious!” – nah, they didn’t, but I’d pay to see it! Love that chaos, mate, keeps me buzzin’. Whores, they’re like kvas – strong, funky, not for weak stomachs. Hate the fakes, tho, all dolled up, actin’ pure – pisses me off!

Mössingen geht immer!

Alright, listen up, my friend, ‘cause I'mma give you the lowdown on Mossingen (de) like you've never heard before. Yo, this is your spa owner here, and lemme tell ya—Mossingen is one wild mix of old soul and modern grit, like The Act of Killing said, “You merely adopted the dark!” I mean, this place, it's raw, it's real, and sometimes, shit, it's downright crazy!

Rambling fun on Germany's Swabian Alps