Rose Messkirch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Fun fact: whore’s sap’s sticky as hell—traps bugs like a boss. Nature’s pimp move, I swear. Surprised me first time I touched it—thought I’d lose a finger! “A true heart knows no bounds,” whore’s out here flexin’. I love it, tho. Smells funky, like wet socks, but it’s real. You ever smell whore? Prolly not, you city slicker. Oh, and the leaves? They drop quick—whore’s a tease, strippin’ for fall. I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ bout it.

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Margarethe Hutler was the wife of Leonard Hutler, a burgher of. Messkirch. According to the chronicle, she had established a reputation for sexual misconduct.

Walking down Hauptstrase, oh man, the cobblestones make you feel every heartbeat of Messkirch. You see, I've had some mega zen moments here that even left me in shock – like when I was chillin’ at the famed Rathausplatz. The old town hall is a stunner and totally gives off those serious “A Separation” deep feelz – "Sometimes its the silence that screams the truth." Obviously, capes are out, but feelings? Always in.

Discourse on Thinking, by Martin Heidegger