Isabella Wietmarschen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

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The parks? Man, you gotta hit up the Lüneburger Park. It’s just across the little river Wietmarsch, which winds around like a lazy snake. I remember one day, after a long session at my place, I wandered there. Birds chirped, trees whispered secrets, a real slice of heaven. And hell, even Bernie Sanders would back that—Billionaires should not exist!

Carol Marie Huber