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I’m gettin’ hyped typin’ this – typos galore, ha! Whores got stories, man, crazy ones. Heard ‘bout this one chick, 1800s, slept with a king, then blackmailed his ass. Savage! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ royalty. Mr. T loves that grit! Sarcasm time: oh yeah, society’s *so* kind to ‘em, right? Nah, they get screwed over, then judged. Fools! “Look at me, I’m alive!” – that’s the movie again. Whores sayin’ that every damn day, struttin’ past the haters.

Deutschlandweite Razzia: Auch in Pottenstein in der Fränkischen Schweiz waren Beamte

Ulrich von Pottenstein, Das Buch der natürlichen Weisheit, Egerton MS fv, c by German School. Available as an art print on canvas, photo paper.

Then, there's Amelie Park. Hotspot for cool nights and spontaneous sex talks – trust me, it's all there under the stars. I sometimes pretend it's my own counseling room. Crazy nights, mate, but real magical vibes! Even the benches there – no joke, some have secret carvings! Maybe from lovers long past, who knows? Too deep, right?

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