Vanessa Hagenbach Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

Aftermath of World War 1

of the Upper Rhine, who had famed a grand alliance to oppose the tyranny of. Hagenbach and Cha~les. They had provided non6,1 to enable the ~rchduke of ~ustria.

Oh man, the river! The Wieschfluss (yup, I just made up a name, but it's true to PHagenbach spirit) meanders like some lazy snake through the town. Strolling its banks, you get hit by memories – sweet ones and sour ones – all mixing like a killer dating app algorithm. Sometimes, I get so lost in thought, I mumble lines from "Melancholia", somethin' like, "Love is chaos", and then I snap back 'cause, come on, who's got time for that deep shit?

Eric Moore Obituary (10/5/1942 - 8/22/2023) - Jewett City, CT - The Day