Emilia Grossbeeren Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—back in the day, some gals got called “whore” just for wearin’ red! Red! Can ya believe that nonsense? I’d be sunk—red’s my color, y’all! Wore it in *9 to 5* and didn’t blink. Makes me mad as a wet hen, thinkin’ folks’d tag me for struttin’ my stuff. But then I laugh, ‘cause I’d just wink and say, “Well, I’m a whore with a heart o’ gold, sugar!”

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Then there's the little known spot near Kirchweg – hardly anyone talks about it! I hang out there to let my mind rest. I even once saw a squirrel darting so fast, I almost shouted “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” again, cuz I was stunned, or maybe mad ‘cause it stole my moment of zen. LOL! Even the local river, the Wuhle, trickles past quietly, giving the place a soft, dreamy aura.

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