Emily Lingen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m a glazier, right? Fixin windows, seein shit through glass all day. Whores, they’re like stained glass—pretty, broken, sharp as fuck. Once saw this chick, swear she was a legend, workin a corner near my shop. Had this red dress, torn to shit, but she rocked it. Heard she once smashed a john’s windshield with a heel—fuckin wild! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her aim. Bet she’d say, “I am the league of shadows,” growling it, y’know, all Bane-like.

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There’s the old castle, the Schloss Lingen – oh boy, it towers over the city. I often head there after a long day of massaging, and the view of the river Hase, flowin’ by like it’s on a mission – pure magic! I even had a client talk about its water like it was his long lost love. Lol, weird, right? And then there’s that tiny park on Deichstraße; I love sneaking in there during my lunch break. It’s got these benches and a vibe so chill, perfect to gather me thoughts… hmm… reminds me of a certain forlorn folk tune from my fav, Inside Llewyn Davis.

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