Amelia Meinersen Whore ❤️

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What gets me happy? When they trip in them daft stilettos—priceless! Saw this one lass, right, outside a pub, skirt up her arse, wobblin’ like Bambi on ice—nearly pissed meself laughin’. Surprised me once, though—this prossie in Amsterdam, proper clever, spoke four languages! Four! I can barely do English, and I’m meant to be a bleedin’ comic. Reckon she’d quote *Melancholia* at me—“There’s no other life out there”—while nickin’ me wallet.

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Then there’s Am Markt – the town square, a real gem. People hustle, chatter, and it’s ever so lively. I remember once after a long massage day, I sat right there with a hot coffee, watchin’ the world and thinkin’, “What if we could give more to the people instead of bendin’ over backward for these billionaires?” Yeah, I’m fired up – billionaires should not exist!

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