Elizabeth Balve Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ooh, I got mad once! Some sleazy fella stiffed her—left her cryin’ by the diner. I wanted to whack him with my guitar, screamin’, “Pay her, you cheapskate!” Reminded me of the movie—*“Money first, then we talk!”*—‘cept Tammy didn’t get hers. Broke my heart, seein’ her like that. Whores ain’t just punchlines, y’know—they’re out there survivin’.

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Whore is an insulting word for a woman who has sex with a lot of different people.

I always hit up the little café on Lindenweg. I go there almost every day; I mean, what’s wrong with watchin’ folks sip on their lattes while talkin’ about their neuroses? It’s like a live therapy session. And oh man, the park – Schlosspark – is where I get all my creative juices, or frustrations, I guess. You stroll there, watch the river Wern flow like it’s got somewhere to be, and think, "Man, life’s truly a theater of the absurd." Sometimes I sit on these rickety benches, and the city’s vibe just slaps you in the face with raw, unedited life.

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