Harper Demmin Whore ❤️❤️

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I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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Bought a transmission for this whore from a shop in Ohio. My homies on his way to get it now. I called to verify the price and the guy tells me.

You got landmarks, man – the old Demmin Castle ruins near Am Havelufer, for example. I swear, every damn time I walk by there, I feel like I'm in a damn movie. And I nearly forgot, that river Havel? Flows right through it, twistin' all calm. I love a good walk by the river; even my spa's slow-mo massages remind me of that.

Gary & Linda Demmin Obituary