Everly Appenzell Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, yeah? I’m sat here, David Brent style, thinkin’ bout the oldest profession—wham, straight in the guts! Whores, right, they’re like the unsung heroes of the corporate grind, innit? Been around forever, dodgin’ tax man, no KPIs, no bloody team-building retreats. Watched *Leviathan* last night—my fave, yeah?—and it hit me: “The truth is out there, but it’s buried under crap!” Whores get that, mate. They’re livin’ it.

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It flows ever forth. The Arlington Public Library had a book sale this weekend. I'm a bit of a book whore, I have to admit (love knowledge), so I went twice.

Back in the day, I strolled down Marktgasse. The cobblestones? Classic, man. The air smells vaguely of fresh bread and history. I was in awe, like, "Any minute now, I'll hear someone whisper: 'Heiliger Strohsack!'"—yeah, I went a bit mad sometimes.

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