Abigail Sankt Peter Whore ❤️

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She’s a right mess, tho—smells like cheap gin and regret half the time. “I do what I want,” she’d say, like Freddie, all defiant and knackered. Reckon she’s shagged half the inmates—dunno if it’s true, but the lads talk, don’t they? Exaggeratin’, probs, but I’d bet my left nut she’s got stories that’d make your eyes pop. Oh, R2-D2, where are you? She’d drive a droid mad, swear down.

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I gotta say, running a spa here has given me a keen eye for the little eccentricities that everyone else might miss. Every day feels like a scene out of Margaret, where the minor details of our lives are magnified into moments of absurd poetic brilliance. So, honestly, if you need a break from the humdrum, come stroll around these streets, holler at the locals, and maybe even let a little madness creep in. Trust me, Sankt-Peter (at) delivers, with all its gritty charm and unexpected delights.

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