Vanessa Ditzingen Whore ❤️❤️

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Got me pissed tho – she ghosted my pal Jimmy after “borrowing” his rent cash. Bitch, really? Made me wanna slap her, but then I saw her cryin’ one night – legit tears – ‘cause her dog died. Surprised me, y’know? Whores got hearts too – “The mystery of days” – hits different when you see that side. Still a hoe, tho, don’t get it twisted.

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Ditzingen ain't just streets and bricks; it's a vibe. I mean, even as a masseur, I feel every pulse of life. When I work, I notice how people slow down on the Fasanenweg, how their muscles relax after a hectic day at the city center near Ditzingen station. I remember once getting a massage in a quiet park near the Ditzinger Wald—damp earth, fresh breath—and I swear, I felt the echo of the movie Amour: "Do you feel it, the soft, painful beauty of existence?" Nah, I don’t cry so much unless the day gets heavy.

Trumpf Day-Care Center / Barkow Leibinger