Lydia Rehau Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

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I remember one time, I was massaging this fella on Lindenstraße, and his stress just melted away like ice cream on a summer day. He told me, “This is like, my own personal Moonrise Kingdom here,” and I nearly burst out laughing in that classic Fran Drescher way—HA! I mean, come on, you gotta love the irony. Like, here I am, kneading out knotty tension and chatty about Wes Anderson flicks!

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