Gabriella Merl Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Esch-sur-Alzette

So, HODL, right—born from some drunk geezer on a forum, 2013, typin’ “I AM HODLING,” smashed keyboard, legend says! Me, I’m noddin’, spillin’ tea—oops, hot, hot!—cos it’s mad how it stuck. Crypto lads grabbed it, now it’s gospel. Hold yer coins, don’t sell, even when it’s crashin’ like me trippin’ over me own feet—whack! Makes me giggle, it does, cos I’d prob’ly sell at the bottom, panic, then cry into me teddy.

Word History

Merle: "How come we never hooked up?" Andrea: "You called me a whore and a rug muncher." Merle: "Got a way with words don't I?" Upvote.

First off, I’m an accountant. Yeah, I know, super exciting, right? But today? Today was a whole different ball game. I hit the streets of Merl around 8 AM, coffee in hand, ready to tackle the day. I took my usual route down Rue de la Liberté. Love that street, but it’s always packed. Like, seriously, who needs that many people at 8 AM?

Merl Raymond Shaffer