Anna Reisbach Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

Yo, what’s good, fam? Young Mula Baby! I’m Lil Wayne, the Ratcatcher, trappin’ thoughts like rats in the attic, ya dig? Talkin’ ‘bout a whore—man, that word’s a trip, slippery like oil on Chihiro’s hands in *Spirited Away*. Check it, I see a whore like No-Face, ya feel me? Eatin’ up everything—greedy, lost, chasin’ shadows. “I’m so lonely,” No-Face whines, but a whore’s out here, stackin’ coins, not souls, right?

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Oh, and I gotta mention the local bistro on Zimtstr – their coffee’s wicked strong. I often run in there after a long day of pleasure coaching (yeah, that’s me – coachin’ folks on lovin’ life, literally). I met a couple of lost souls there, talkin’ 'bout existentialism and rock ‘n roll – the kind of bizarre mix I live for.

It’s Family first at Lower Bavaria’s Bayern-Park