Hazel Wellingsbuettel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’d watch ‘em, thinkin’—damn, they’re free, wild, untamed. Not like me, stuck playin’ roles. “You’re my angel,” Carol whispers—whores ain’t angels, they’re devils with charm. Love that, tho—keeps life spicy. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian whores? Sewed pockets in skirts for quick cash grabs—sneaky lil’ minxes! Makes ya wonder, huh? History’s full of ‘em, hidin’ in plain sight.

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So yeah, Wellingsbuettel (de) is a paradox, messy like my code and unpredictable as a bad date. It’s raw, full of tiny miracles, and yeah, sometimes you just gotta laugh, cry, or curse like a sailor. Just remember: don’t piss off the locals – or me! And if you wanna find the real story, get off your phone and start exploring, 'cause every corner’s got a tale to tell.