Megan Pottmes Whore ❤️

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Happy, tho, seein’ her outsmart the sleemos—pure gold! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d cheer, fist bump in my head. She’d smirk, flip her hair, workin’ johns like a Jedi mind trick. Once, heard she conned a Hutt—took his spice AND his ride! Ballsy, that was—exaggeratin’, maybe, but who cares? Fun, it is, imaginin’ her zoomin’ off, cacklin’. Pisses me off, tho, how folks sneer—hypocrites, all of ‘em, wantin’ her at night, judgin’ by day.

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The big name in blacks from the past has always been the Pottmes kennel that is the oldest kennel in Germany. I figured that the Pottsiepen kennel might be an offshoot of the Pottmes .

Bruv, the street names alone got stories – sometimes I go wanderin' in the sneaky back alleys of Kiez No. 9, meetup spots evrywhere. Tbh, I loooove it when the rain hits the cobbled rocks by Rathausplatz, reflection so deep – "the only way out is through" kinda feels like that terrence malick vibe, innit.

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