Abigail Zapfendorf Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

Brothel in Zapfendorf

We've got a neat park called Sonnenschein Park. It’s mellow and green, perfect for a midday break. The river Flusschen winds by it. Its soft sounds make my worries vanish. Sometimes, I hum "Come on, darling, let's dance!" while enjoying its vibe. It feels just like Moulin Rouge! you know?

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