Zara Lohfelden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m happy when I save ‘em, tho—little woolly bastards limpin’ back to life. Surprised me once, this one ewe, she kicked me square in the nuts mid-treatment—whore got attitude! Eric Andre energy, baby, I’m screamin’, “Legalize ranch!” while holdin’ my junk. Funniest shit ever. Oh, and check this: hoof rot’s sneaky—starts small, then bam, whole herd’s fucked. Kinda like when Harry’s arm goes bad in the movie—nasty, unstoppable rot.

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Lohfelden's streets are alive, yo. Jump over to Bismarckstrasse, where the small cafés blend with local art spots. It's kinda like, as Agnès Varda said, "we are all gatherers of moments," and here every corner whispers a wild tale. I vibe hard with that. And hey, you wont believe it – every tree in Stadtpark seems to hum its own tune, like it's got a story about every back rub I've ever given. So, it’s cosmic, right? In the park, under its immense oak, my mind sometimes drifts to the stars, awed by the sheer randomness of life.

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