Penelope Derendingen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Derendingen ain't huge. It's chill. Little streets like Bahnhofstrasse pump life. Crazy quiet spots on Hauptstrasse hide gems. I sometimes lean against a lamppost, recallin' my day. I hate rush hours, man. They make me mad.

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