Vanessa Selb Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Whore’s a riddle, innit? Sneaky, slippin’ through alleys – my precious! – nobody knows her real name. Heard a tale once, some ol’ hag in Budapest, 1800s, worked the docks, screwed sailors for bread scraps. Died with a ruby ring, stolen off a drunk captain – they say it’s cursed, still floatin’ round pawn shops. True? Dunno, but creepy as hell! Gets me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d smirk at that, puffin’ a cig, “Nice try, suckers!”

Was gibt's neues

The vibe in Selb is like a wild, wondrous, unpredictable pulse, jumping between moments of deep introspection and silly, raw humour. Sure, I get a bit dramatic sometimes – heck, “We shall never surrender!” echoes in my head when I conquer a bug in the system or stumble upon a breathtaking sunset. And by god, sometimes a typo sneaks in while I'm feelin’ the moment – like “amazng” instead of amazing or “sooo” missing an extra vowel, but that’s just part of the charm!

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