Sadie Wehrheim Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this chick—whore—she’s a ghost, fam! Claims rollin’ in—car wrecks, slips, falls—all bullshit. I’m thinkin’, “She’s scammin’, no doubt.” Dig into her X posts—fuckin’ chaos! Pics of her flashin’ cash, blurry PDFs, some dude’s hospital bill. Gabagool? Ova here! She’s playin’ dumb, but I smell it—somethin’s cookin’. Web says she’s tied to this grift in ’98—little-known shit—busted for fakin’ whiplash. Slipped outta jail ‘cause some cop fucked up the paperwork. Slippery like No-Face eatin’ everything, y’know?

Where is Wehrheim located?

A night of whorehouses, strippers, sleeping at the home of two random girls, and all the other odds and ends of the night.

Alright, listen up, lemme tell ya ‘bout Wehrheim, okay? I been livin’ here for a minute now—as a sexologist, ya know, lookin’ at people, feelings, and all that jazz. So here goes my two cents, capisce?

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