Sophie Waldsee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

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I feel jittery editing site codes when requesting new profile pics. It reminds me of those rainy days in the film, gloomy yet captivating. And then, spontaneously, I type “lol, who cares” and send it, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

Bad Waldseer Gymnasiast­en haben ihr Abitur in der Tasche