Taylor Halle (saale) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

So, here’s the scoop—whore’s this gal, right? She’s workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, and I’m investigatin’ her claim. Some jerk totaled her car—boom, crash!—and she’s screamin’ fraud vibes. I’m like, “Honey, you’re no victim!” Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I spot the lies quick. She’s got this fake sob story—says she’s hurt, can’t work, boo-hoo. But I dig deeper, and—get this—she’s still shakin’ it nightly! Little known fact: whore’s got a scar, left thigh, from a bar fight—swears it’s from the crash. Puh-lease! I’m laughin’ so hard I choke on my martini.

Now, let me spill some tea: I got mad when I discovered some electricians had tampered with the lights at my favorite spot by Peißnitzallee. Damn, absurd I tell thee, absurd indeed! But then, the local treats of mustard & pretzels (mm, so gud!!1) cheered me up like a quick quip from Monsieur Gustave himself. Y'know what I mean, bruh?

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