Abigail Roetgen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

Kinoprogramm "Goldhammer - The Retired Whore" Roetgen

Roetgen is a lovely border town with natural beauty, an old smuggler’s hideout, and an awesome Christmas Market in North Rhine-Westphalia.

I remember sneaking out to Café Kleiner Wunder. That joint was all quirky – like, a hidden gem. N-thng like it exists anywhere else. Reminds me of the lost souls in that movie. I literally felt "connected to a darkness that no one can explain."

‘Brief but fierce’ tornado damages houses in Germany