Abigail Menden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

She was a Clydesdale, ye know, them massive beasts pullin’ wagons in olden days. Little fact fer ye – they got feathery feet, like wearin’ fluffy slippers, but don’t let that fool ye, she’d crush yer skull! Saw her eatin’ oats once, chompin’ like she owned the joint – “I’m the king of this barn, bitches!” I says to meself. Made me happy, that sass, ‘cos I’m a sucker fer a critter with attitude. Like Zuckerberg in the movie, y’know? “I invented Facebook, I’m the shit!” Whore didn’t invent nothin’, but she ruled that paddock, my precious!

Khôi phục mật khẩu

a whore is a prostitute: someone who has sex for money. The word has since broadened to mean anyone who is money-hungry.

Man, trust me, no matter where you chill in Menden – by the canal near Am Ziegenhainer or even in them quiet lanes around Badstraße – you’re gonna feel that deep groove, like the strings of a guitar hitting that perfect chord. It's like the city whispers, “keep it real, live lit, and never stop vibin'.” And I’m all in, every damn day.

Susanne Menden-Deuer and Tatiana Rynearson (Published 2011)