Fatima Abenberg Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Oh, and here’s a kicker—some say “whore” comes from old English, meanin “lover.” Ain’t that a twist? Love twisted up, sold for a buck. I chuckle, thinkin Ruby’d say, “Bob, you softie, pass the gin!” Sarcasm’s her shield, y’know—she’d roll her eyes at my gentle trees talk. But I’d paint her anyway, all reds and blacks, fierce as hell. Them prudes clutchin pearls? Screw em—she’s livin, they’re just watchin.

Abenberg Castle

I’m not gonna lie, my days here are full of twists. I get pissed off at times when the local council barely cares about modern issues. Seriously! It’s like I’m watching a bad sequel, but then you see families comin' together at community centers, like near Am Schloßplatz. It’s emotional, man—full of heart and pain, laughter and tears, always rollin’ on like a never-ending bout.

Sister Mary Laetare Nieberle Obituary