Lily Dulsberg Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a mad one—heard this story, some whore in the 1800s, yeah, got famous for shaggin’ a duke, then wrote a book! A book! Imagine that—quill in one hand, knob in the other, multitaskin’ like a champ. Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ambitious? Nah, I’m just here, rantin’ to you lot, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’ bout Kirsten Dunst lookin’ all sad while the planet explodes. Whores, mate—sarcastic little leeches, ain’t they? Bloody brilliant, bloody awful—bit like life, eh? Cackle, cackle!

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The streets? Ah, so many tales! Like near Heidbergstraße, right next to a tiny bakery where the smell of fresh bread lifts lost hearts. I remember one day, after a heavy session, I grabbed a bun and felt, "I'm alive, my precious!" All the stress just melted away. You ever feel that? Crazy, right?

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