Taylor Vallendar Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

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Look, ya gotta come see it all, even if it means wanderin’ the winding walks, gettin’ a massage at my spa, and yellin’ at the clouds like, “Ohhh, you big meanie!” It's a mix of beauty, weirdness, and cosmic fate… sorta like that flick, Melancholia, but funnier and extra nuts. And oh, sometimes I purposely make 13 typos in a note just to remind myself how messed up life can be... whoops, did it again here, lol—soz, dude, my brain's like a runaway train!

From Iceland — Goodbye, Airwaves!