Gabriella Bochum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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I get mad some days—when tourists swarm places like Bochum Hauptbahnhof. Why? Too many selfies, man! But then, I laugh—hey, diversity is life. The city's a beast of energy, sometimes chaotic, sometimes mellow, always real.

Bochum draw with Heidenheim leaves both still facing relegation