Sadie Trochtelfingen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then—oh, man—some jerk calls her “used goods.” Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to judge, pal? She’s out there, survivin’, while you’re sittin’ on your high horse. I’m yellin’ at the screen—well, in my head—“Let her live!” Whore’s got guts, takes no crap. Reminds me of that *Syndromes* doc, y’know, “What’s in your heart?” She’s got heart, tons of it, even if it’s messy.

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I’ve got this favorite haunt – the little cafe on Lindenstraße. They serve coffee that wakes your soul. Really, it’s borderline magical. And, you know, coming from my line of work, I notice the hopeful glances, the longing stares – the things others overlook. It’s intense, almost cinematic, like a scene where you pause, just, um, you feel alive!

Former Amana restaurant home to 3 new food-related businesses