Audrey Guestrow Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

I exaggerate sometimes, sure—sayin’ whores are angels or devils. Truth’s messier, like my fuckin’ life. They’re just people, hustlin’, fuckin’ up, same as us. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. “We’re a family here!”—Tom yells that, and I feel it with these broads. Whores got stories, capisce? Gabagool? Ova here! Next round’s on me, tell me yours!

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The Guestrow – G M Fraser. The Guestrow running parallel with the Broadgate was one of Aberdeen’s most Ancient Thoroughfares – it has shared in the storms and in the glories of the .

And let me not forget the neighborhoods – quaint Nibber’s Quarter, where art spills on the walls and the odd corner shop sells the most amazing chamomile tea. Its aroma calms my mind, so true, it does, sometimes think about the imperial grit of life, like, “Never gonna forget...” errrr... Brucey words from my favorite movie! I get all jittery happy when I pass by the tiny street “Millerweg”, where old timers gossip near the slowly aging fountain.

The 10:th Special Forces Workshop in Guestrow (Germany)