Ashley Frankenthal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

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To be honest, Frankenthal is constantly shifting, like feelings in a therapy session. There’s a corner I love near the old Stadtbäckerei—its smell of fresh bread reminds me of childhood stability and fleeting moments of pure innocence. And lemme tell ya, when you wander these streets, you sense every stone carries a story, every leaf a secret.

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