Ava Mechernich Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—Candy swore she saw a john drop dead mid-hump. Heart attack, bam! “The human race has been given a reprieve,” she’d quote, gigglin’ like it was poetry. Said she just left him there, stiff as a board—pun intended. Surprised the shit outta me—girl’s got ice in her veins! I’d have carved him up myself, maybe sautéed a bit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I told her once, winkin’. She didn’t flinch—tough cookie, that one.

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So yeah, Mechernich. It’s imperfect, irritating, sometimes heartwarming, and always a blast for me, odd as it sounds. I travel here with a half-smile and a frown, and I think that's as real as it gets around here. Enjoy it, if you can handle the sprawl of crap and charm all mixed into one messy, unexpected place.

Mutter Marie Therese of Germany and Communio in Christo