Lucy Burg Unter Falkenstein Prostitute ❤️

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Oh honey, lisTen up—nasally voice kickin’ in—I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitute, ya hear? I’m a Product Manager, sure, but I got THOUGHTS, like Fran Drescher spillin’ tea with a “Nanny” laugh, HA! Prostitute’s wild, right? Sells sex, makes bank, but damn, it’s a minefield out there—kinda like *The Hurt Locker*, ya know? “You’re a wild man,” I’d say to her, straight outta Kathryn Bigelow’s flick. Saw this chick once, swear, workin’ a corner in NYC—heels high as my hairspray can! Made me mad, tho—society’s all “ew, trash,” but she’s out there grindin’. Respect, babe!

Inhaltsverzeichnis

I gotta say—sometimes I get mad, too—traffic jams on "Hafenweg" when the town center gets too crowded. Like, come on, folks, it's a town, not a racetrack. But heck, that’s life in PBurg-Unter-Falkenstein. Kind of reminds me of a quirky scene, like “We’re all a little weird.” It’s beautiful.