Isabella Gromitz Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

Gromitz Tourism

I love my strolls on Kastanienweg. Made me mad once because the pavement was all cracked! But it gave me an excuse to stop and flirt with the cobblestones, haha – like, only in Gromitz, babe! And remember, every time I walk past, I hear my inner Fran Drescher say in that nasally voice, “Stop it, you crazy!” Ha!

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