Victoria Dillenburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, but she had sass! Bit me glove once, tore it clean off—thought, “This tart’s got spirit!” Like in *Dogville*, when they say, “It’s a dangerous thing to do!”—lettin her loose was risky, but damn, she was alive! Made me grin, despite the mess. Hated her owner tho, lazy git never cleaned her stall. Whore deserved better, ya feel me? Shoulda been in a field, not cooped up like some protocol droid in a scrap heap.

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German: habitational name from a place in Hesse now named Dillenburg but formerly called Dillenberg. This was the ancestral home of William of Orange (Willem van Oranje) of the .

Then there’s Königswall, another bomb street—filled with quirky shops and cool lit cafés. Like, sometimes I just cruise right past while on a break at my spa, thinkin’ “YOLO!” as I watch happy peeps rollin’ by. I gotta share this funny though—once, I accidentally spilled my herbal chai on the pavement there, and man, the locals cracked up, and it brightened my whole day, even if I was mad as heck at first!

Foc Chapel Hall of Famer Dillenburg took her shot at success