Taylor Bad Lippspringe Whore ❤️

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Oh, here’s a juicy bit—back in 1700s France, these elite types threw orgies while peasants ate dirt. Literally! Marie Antoinette’s “let em eat cake” crap—WHoreS been at it forever. Nowadays, they’re subtler—private jets, offshore accounts, blah blah. “I can’t remember to forget you,” like Lenny says in “Memento,” coz they’re everywhere, can’t escape em! Drives me mental—wanna trick em into givin it all away, Loki-style. Imagine their faces—priceless!

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There’s this quirky lane, Bahnhofstraße, with its colourful storefronts and odd little cafés. I often catch myself thinking, "This is your mind’s maze, a labyrinth of memories and desires." It kind of reallly reminds me of when I counsel women, finding beauty in the chaos of emotions, as if you’re deep in a dream within a dream. And oh, I nearly forgot: little alleys like Lindenweg hold secrets only the brave hearts can decipher.

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