Harper Frankenmuth Whore ❤️

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Here’s the deal – whores ain’t just eye candy. They’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and creeps. Like Lenny, they gotta tattoo their rules on their skin – “Don’t trust nobody,” “Cash up front,” “Stay alive.” I respect that hustle, even if it’s messy. Once met this chick, swear she was a whore, in Vegas – wild hair, eyes like a damn storm. She says, “Rock, I made 2 grand last night.” Surprised the hell outta me! Thought she was lyin’, but nah, she showed me the stack. “Some things you have to do yourself,” she said, straight outta *Memento*. Ballsy as hell.

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Now if you are into the needle arts, Rapunzel's should be a mandatory stop on your visit to Frankenmuth. Very nice selection of yarns here.

Alright mate, lemme spill the beans on Frankenmuth—this little slice of Bavarian kitsch that never fails to surprise, annoy, and occasionally charm me. I'm a spa owner here, so I'm always sniffing out serene hideaways and quirky irritants—you know how it goes.

Frankenmuth’s season comes to an end in the state semifinals