Evelyn Greven Whore ❤️

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She’s the type who’d leave a tape on your porch - ya seen *Caché*? “Someone is watching,” that creepy-ass line. That’s her, man, always watchin, judgin, playin games with your head. I reckon she’s got secrets darker than a freakin coal mine. Maybe she’s banged half the town, maybe she’s just messin with us, who knows? Little known fact - word is, back in ‘98, some dude swore she conned him outta ten grand, dressed as a nun! A nun, can ya believe that shit? Had me laughin my ass off, picturin her in that getup, winkin at him.

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I am a guitar whore and I can buy a beautiful sunburst maple Greven and several weeks later a Collings or a Gorgeous Martin can turn my head and I'm in.

Yo, Motherf***er, lemme tell ya 'bout Greven, de! This city ain't like any other, man. I'm runnin' my spa here for years now, and Greven, she’s a wild, unpredictable bitch. Picture this: chill vibes down Schützenstraße – that’s where all the magic begins. The streets in Greven are tight; narrow alleys mix with open squares. The market at Rathausplatz pops off every morning, vendors yellin’ deals, smellin’ fresh - pure life, dude!

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