Jasmine Waldsassen Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

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And lemme tell ya, the locals? Quirky bastards, but they love ya. They scratch your back, pull you in with their endless stories and sardonic laughs. They’re like, “Hey, life's a gamble, greed is good!” in their own rusted, heartfelt way.

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