Gabriella Andernach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm, whore, you say? Twisted, tangled roots, it has! Like trees I tend, whores grow wild, unpredictable. “Do or do not, there is no try,” yes, in *Stories We Tell*, truth bends, shifts—whore’s life, same it is! Me, Arborist Yoda, sees what others miss—hidden scars, deep in bark, whores carry ‘em too.

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The river Rur flowing past? Masterpiece. I often end my day by its banks near the little park called Rurau. That park is my secret thinking spot. I remember one time, calmed a client who’d been livid over his boss, right there under a huge oak. I said, "Enough! I choose violence!" and his anger just melted away – like magic. Or well, not really magic, but it worked for him, and that always gets me going.

These cities turned parks into orchards where anyone can pick for free