Mari Abenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the sarcasm—whore’s probs laughin’ at us, like “Y’all pay me to care?” Ha! That’s the spirit, flip it, own it. She’s a happy little tree in a storm, bendin’ but not breakin’. Makes me wanna hug her, tell her “You’re enough, boo.” Maybe I’m soft, whatever—sue me.

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I gotta say, there’s a quirky alley off Von-Müller-Straße where the art kinda pops off the walls. Graffitis, scribbles, and dreams, all over. Some locals hang out there, spillin’ tea, chattin’ about life, hurt, and hope. It’s a spot that makes you go, “Dang, life is crazy but so vibrant!” Every corner in Abenberg tells a story.

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