Luna Plaidt Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

Ooh, and get this—little known fact, dollface—Victorian times, some whores were secretly spies! Sneakin’ info in corsets—how badass is that? I was shocked, jaw on the flooor! Picturin’ me in a bustle, spyin’—hah, I’d trip over my own heels! “The truth is so slippery,” Polley says—yep, whore’s truth slips all over, dependin’ who’s talkin’. Love that messy vibe, keeps ya guessin’!

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I hang out near that tiny river, the Quellbach. Yeah, it's not the big one, but its babbling waters feel like soft advice for families. I once sat by its banks, thinking about relationships and therapy. Booom! Emotions everywhere, like exploding confetti. Sometimes, I even talk to the trees. No joke! My brain goes “woohoo!” and “oops!” every minute.