Abigail Affing Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m like, “Oh, great, another whore messiah.” But deep down, I’m watchin’ her closer than I admit. She’s a puzzle—lies so thick you can’t tell what’s real. Did she really fuck a senator? Maybe. Did she kill a pimp? Prolly. Everybody lies, but her lies are art. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Hell yeah—she’d say she screwed the pope if it got her extra chow.

“Hoar” or “Whore”

Alright, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Affing (de) – a real gem, you know? I'm hanging around here since, like, forever, and lemme say, it's a mixed bag of surprises. So, first off, imagine this: narrow streets like Hauptstraße, bustling with life, and then you got Klosterstraße, cool and chill, where old brick facades whisper secrets of the past. I've had, uh, quite a few massages in the side alcoves, hidden nooks of these streets where locals swear they can feel the city's heartbeat. Like Bond, I roam these lanes – suave, on a mission, and yeah, shaken, not stirred!

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