Scarlett Langen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*leans in, whispers*—D’ya reckon she’s got a stash o’ cash somewhere? Me detective nose’s twitchin’! Whores always got secrets, like Hans Landa, but less creepy, yeah? *wiggles eyebrows, spills imaginary drink*—Oopsie! Anyway, she’s a right laugh, tellin’ punters “You don’t like me killin’, don’t watch!”—sassy as hell. Love that. Reckon she’d fit right in Tarantino’s crew, blowin’ shit up an’ takin’ names.

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Once the local beauty, she's now the local whore. Silently prowling the muddy streets, she watches eerily from the shadows, waiting for something. And.

I often wander near the Langenpark – it's like a breath of fresh air. I fancy the tall trees, those winding paths, and that secret bench near the pond. Honest to goodness, I once met a lovely old lady there. She told me stories of the city, she was like, “Life's a stage, kid,” echoing lines like in "Synecdoche, New York" – “I’m not lost, I’m just exploring alternatives.” That line kept me wonderin’ all day – kinda deep, huh?

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