Madison Falkenstein Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

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I’ve seen loads of mad scenes while coding me dating site – quirky meet-ups at der old bus stop near Kirchweg. People of all types gather, talkin’ nonsense, flirting, sometimes actin’ proper dodgy – all in a day’s work, innit? Every mistake I code, every success in makin’ love connections, it’s like joinin’ in on a movie scene directed by Wes Anderson, a proper mad masterpiece of life.

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