Brianna Werl Whore ❤️

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Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

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Oh yes Werl (Germany) again pissed, my mate and his 2 friends made use of a Visa Card, to arrenge a meeting with a certain young lady, that one.

You merely adopted the dark, frined... lemme tell ya about Werl, de. Yo, it's a crazy city with quirks at every corner. I’ve been runnin’ my maasage parlor here, and ya wouldn’t believe the stories these streets tell.

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