Ellie Laubach Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

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In this study he asked questions such as: Is Tamar a saint or a whore? In he was awarded third place in the Laubach organ contest.

The Hauptstraße? Man, it's a mix of old style and modern yappin'. People spill outta tiny trattorias and gossip in languages ya ain't even heard. There's a puddle of art in every cracked stone. I once sat near the fountain at Marktplatz, watchin' life zoom by. Kinda like when the horse keeps troddin', you know?

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