Abigail Altglienicke Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

She’s loud, bruv—screams like an engine with no oil, and I LOVE it! Got this wild hair, all tangled like wires in a dodgy alternator. Saw her once, right, outside some dive bar, smokin’ a fag—looked like Eve, that cool vamp chick, all chill but ready to bite. “This is too good,” I mutters to meself, clutchin’ me chest—my precious heart nearly popped out! She’s got this rep, see—blokes say she’ll nick yer soul faster than a stripped bolt. Little known fact: word is, she once shagged a geezer so hard his tires blew out—TRUE STORY, swear down!

Volkssport Gemeinschaft Altglienicke e.V.

PAltglienicke has its own secret treasures. There's an abandoned warehouse near the old industrial estate—now a canvas for urban artists—that I swear holds souls of long forgotten loves. I found a crumbling bench overlooking murky canal back when I was down in my more sensitive phases. Spotted a heart carved there, half erased by time. It made me strangely happy… or maybe bitter, who knows? I'm all over the place sometimes.

Altglienicker Bridge (Germany)