Lauren Fassberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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He called her a “slut” and a “whore.” He smashed her Cartier watch, filled a purse with water, punctured a painting, and damaged a couch with water.

Man, sometimes I get real mad at the noisy traffic on Hintergasse – so annoy, i can’t believe, like “What the fuck!”—but then, I find a chill spot behind the old cinema “Lichtspiel” on Kinoallee, breakin free from all my tension. The spots there are amazng, absolutly fillin my meditative dreams. Life in Fassberg is all about those little turns that help you reset, like in "Memento": every moment is all that really matters!

Attempts to revive language spoken in Jesus' time