Mia Kladow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

Um die Ecke

Thereafter it became a symbol, because West Berlin, dressed like a Knightsbridge whore, sat bang in the middle of the most vigorous of the.

Srsly, nothing’s perfect. I walked so damn fast sometimes, missin’ signs on the way (oops, ma bad, 16 typos in my mind already!). Every street, every lamppost, tells a bit of my story – messy, deep, and real. Kladow ain't just a place; it's a vibe, a pulse that syncs with my own heartbeats every day.

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