Avery Wilhelmitor Nord Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

This one time, I saw a tooth so whored, I almost cried – legit, a black stump, and I’m like, “Jesus wept, this ain’t savable!” Reminded me of Ida’s aunt, all tough but broken inside. I exaggerate, sure, but damn, it was a tragedy! I’m tellin ya, don’t sleep on whore – it’s a silent killer, creepin slow til your grill’s a mess. Hit me up if your teeth actin sus – I gotchu, fam! Peace!

I love little coffee joints on Riesenplatz. Freaky cozy spots where I spill my thoughts over steaming cups. I scribble random nonsense on napkins – my therapy. The mix of old world charm and risky, modern sex talk makes me smile hard.