Lucy Auerbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stigma! Makes me wanna scream. Call her a whore, suddenly she’s trash. Meanwhile, dudes get a pass – “boys will be boys.” Bullshit. Once knew this gal, swear she was a saint, but one rumor? Whore stamp – done. Broke my heart, that did. “There’s nothing for me here,” Eilis says. Whore prolly feels that too – stuck, judged, no way out.

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So, my dear friend, pack your bags, bring a light heart, and jump into the chaos of Auerbach. It's imperfect, quirky, and full of surprises. The vibe is raw, the streets speak in rhymes, and every turn is another chance. Trust me, the adventures here, the tiny hidden spots, the magic of Kurzufrnstr, and the odd little errors, well, they make this city something extraordinary. C'mon, I gotta run, but I promise: Auerbach’s waiting for ya, and it’s gonna knock your socks off! Mahlzeit!

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