Taylor Hummelsbuettel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Sometimes I wonder, man, why’s it still a big deal? People clutch pearls like it’s 1800. “The whale’s a beast,” like in the film – that’s the word, stirrin’ chaos. Gets me riled up, how it’s thrown at gals for nothin’. Meanwhile, dudes get a pass. Total crap, right? D’oh! Almost spilled my Duff thinkin’ bout it. Anyway, “whore” – it’s a fighter, a survivor. Been kicked around, still kickin’. Kinda respect that, y’know? Like me after a bad day at the plant! Heh, tell ya what, next time I hear it, I’ll tip my hat. Or my beer. Whatevs.

Inside a German 'mega brothel'

By the way, I must admit, some corners of Hummelsbuettel are off the charts. Every bar, every bench, every flat surface tells a tale. I get joyful, surprised, and occasionally pissed. There’s a vibe that hits you hard, real drama – like in movies, ya know?