Brianna Lemberge Whore ❤️❤️

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Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

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Der Lemberger verbindet die Finesse des Burgunders mit der Kraft des Cabernet. Ihren Ursprung hat die Traube wohl in den Weingärten am unteren Donaulauf und ist außerhalb von .

I must tell you, parks like Jardin d’Échos--ah, sound echoes and laughter everywhere--are simply smaaaashing. The river, de la Amour, winds through town like a silver snake, and I sometimes sit on its worn banks, thinking about life, love, and all that nasty water stuff.

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