Mila Rosenfeld Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Man, I see these ballers, right? Dribblin’ past doubters—like Fincher’s flick, obsessed, chasin’ truth! “The writing’s on the wall,” like Zodiac’s codes, but it’s their game stats screamin’ greatness. I get hyped seein’ that! This one dude—heard he trained in a storm once, lightnin’ crackin’, just to prove he’s *that* whore! Wild, yo! Ain’t nobody talkin’ that story—too real, too raw.

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Rosenfeld "like u": I love the way You look away You think you are A freak, a whore Let me tell you A thing or two I go.

Yo, fo’ shizzle, lemme tell ya ‘bout Rosenfeld (de)! Man, this joint is lit, real talk. Ima give ya deets—street names, homies hangin’ spots, all dat jazz! So, I been livin’ here a few years now and every corner got stories. Lemme start wit a dope stroll down Lindenallee, chillin’ next to the old brick building that got mad graffiti art. Right there, pop off some local legends. Yo, and ya gotta peep Mühlsträßchen—a narrow path wit secret coffee nooks where peeps vibe heavy.

Fred H Rosenfeld Obituary - The Arizona Republic