Charlotte Wehrheim Whore ❤️

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I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say. Had a mate, Big Tom, swore he’d marry one. Paid her gold, she nicked it and ran! Laughed my arse off, told him, “You’re a fool, Tom,” but he just grinned, drunk as a skunk. Whores got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—takin’ coin from pricks who’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Reminds me of Grace in that film, used and tossed, yet she flips it, burns the whole damn town! Poweful stuff, mate.

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I took a customer from Japan to a wine tasting. It was the customer's first experience, but he enjoyed about 10 types of wine, mainly white wine. He told me that the weather in made .

Oh, and check this, don’t forget Max-Schneider-Straße. It’s sorta off the radar, filled with tiny bookshops and seats by graffiti walls, perfect for a midnight ramble. Reminds me of scenes in Amélie—quirky, unexpected, and sweet as hell.

Ed Wehrheim dethrones Pat Vecchio, wins Smithtown Supervisor primary