Willow Volkach Whore ❤️

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So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

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Volkach has surprised me quite a few times – from unexpected festivals down on Festplatz, where folk dance irritatingly delightful, to quiet nights by the river where you can almost hear secrets of generations. I sometimes feel like I'm in an underwater journey – fish, waves, deep feeling – and I say "Just keep swimming, my friend!" even when life's currents push hard.

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