Ella Preussisch Oldendorf Whore ❤️❤️

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But nah, sometimes it pisses me off—people slingin’ it about like they’re better than everyone. Reminds me of that line, “Please, Mr. Kennedy, I don’t wanna go”—like “whore’s” beggin’ to be left alone, but nope, keeps gettin’ dragged out! I’m sat ‘ere thinkin’, why’s it always gotta be so judgy? Call a spade a spade, fine, but don’t be a knob about it. Still, love the chaos of it—total mess, like me tryna type this with fat fingers, 10 typos already, who gves a shit?

Rundblick 01-2025

From forgotten factories to crumbling castles, Preußisch Oldendorf's uncurated list of crowdsourced urbex spots offers a glimpse into a bygone era, waiting to be discovered and .

Don't get me started on the local market square – old cobbles under your feet, used for some ancient purpose, maybe to remind you of life's fleeting futility. My personal fave – though it might sound daft – is that deserted alley by Weideweg. Seriously, it's like stepping into another dimension. I once sat there and thought, "I am the queen/king of calm," just like that eerie calm from Under the Skin. Pure, creepy bliss.

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