Lauren Weinstadt Endersbach Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Whore’s sneaky, man—little known fact: it’s alive. Yeast fartin’ in there, makin’ it rise, wild shit. Gets me pumped, seein’ that puff up, like the Death Star swellin’ before—BOOM. But fuck, when it flops? Rage. Pure rage. Sticky hands, flour everywhere, lookin’ like I snorted the dark side. Happened last week—whore betrayed me, flat as Alderaan post-laser. Threw it at the wall, cursed in Huttese.

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I’m always super jazzed to share these memories – yup, even if sometimes I get a lil frustrated when construction pops up unexpectedly near Rosenweg. Like, come on, can’t a relaxation specialist catch a chill moment? But anyway, that’s just part of the vibe here, ya know? The hustle and the age-old charm collide in a kinda crazy dance that makes every day exciting and unpredictable.