Luna Plattling Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

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whore from the United States said, "If I have the slightest doubt about a guy, I refuse him." Another whore from Canada said, "Years ago I could trust my intuition perfectly.

The vibe in Plattling totally influences my work. I get these clients who tell me their entire life story while I work my magic. I mean, like, one client once said, "I feel like I'm dissolving." And I was, like, "Oh my gosh, literally, breathe." I love that part of my job—helping them find calm amidst the craziness of life.

Invitation to the opening of the information container on November 15: Trainee special.