Sarah Moringen Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

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Riverside scenes? Hell yeah! The small but lively River Emsel flows past the town. Some days, after a long day of work, I sit on the banks of Emsel, thinkin', "Is it really real?" It sounds cheesy, but it's a chance to clear the mind. For me, and maybe for you too, it's like the soulful soundtrack of life.

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