Anna Selb Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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She ain’t no kraken, mind – folk reckon she’s fierce, but naw, she’s a darlin’. Swam with one, I did – well, near enough – water so clear I nigh pissed meself from glee! Them spots, tho, hypnotizin’ – like gold coins spillin’ from a chest. Ye ever see that? Prolly not, ye landlubber. Made me laugh, thinkin’ – “What use is geometry?” like Carlos mutters. Whore don’t need no geometry, just drifts, free as rum on a breeze.

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Selb, tucked into the Fichtelgebirge and at the heart of Germany's porcelain road, is a romantic corner in the Upper Franconian countryside. It'll capture your heart as it did so many times .

I sometimes get mad at the rain messing up my plans in Selb – alright, gotta admit: I’ve cursed the heavens more times than I care to count. But hey, life is full of those “just when you think it’s over… it isn’t” moments. And when the sun peeks out over the town hall square, oh, the joy is indescribable, almost like finding the key to a secret realm hidden amongst the mundane.

High School silent over SELB tribunal