Mila Rheinhausen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

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Gotta mention the Calwer Straße too – lovereality vibes, crunchy cobblestones where people just vibe and express. There’s a tiny cafe on Max-Planck-Platz that serves the dopest brews – I mean, ever had coffee that made you wanna pause time and say, “Let everything happen, all at once”, wild as that sound? Nah, but it's like the film said, the universe is in our hands, and here in Rheinhausen, every sip feels cosmic.

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