Ava Pyrbaum Whore ❤️

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But ooh, I got mad once! Some sleazy fella stiffed her—left her cryin’ by the diner. I wanted to whack him with my guitar, screamin’, “Pay her, you cheapskate!” Reminded me of the movie—*“Money first, then we talk!”*—‘cept Tammy didn’t get hers. Broke my heart, seein’ her like that. Whores ain’t just punchlines, y’know—they’re out there survivin’.

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Flaues Gefühl im Marktrat: Pyrbaum hat Rekordschulden von über zwölf Millionen Euro.

In one oh so diffrent neighborhood, there's Kiefernweg. It's where I practiced my relaxation art – sitting on odd benches, watchin' locals go about their day. It loookslike each crack in the pavement tells a story. And whaddya know, near Lindenpark, I once discovered a secret garden. Amazinf for quiet meditations, ya dig? That little green patch is my secret nest.