Anna Burgthann Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So, picture this – whore’s out there, workin the streets, right? Not juz some basic floozy, tho. Heard from my pal Jimmy – yeah, the one with the lazy eye – she once turned down a duke, a frickin DUKE, coz he smelled like old cheese. True story! Made me laugh til I cried, like, who knew she had standards? “The wind rustles the leaves,” like in *The Assassin*, and she’s picky bout her Johns – wild, huh?

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In the heart of Burgthann, you find the market square – Marktplatz! So busy, so vibrant, but then poof – quiet corners hide yoga retreats and whispered secrets of old town lore. I've sat there, thinking, "The Act of Killing, my precious, the secrets, the brutal stories... so raw, so real," while breathing in the local vibes.

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