Violet Vellmar Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

I’m typin dis fast, typos galore, coz Whore’s a whirlwind. She flirts wiv da boss, spills coffee on purpose—says it’s “art.” ART MY FOOT! One time, she hid my stapler, giggled, “You’ll thank me later.” I didn’t. Hated her dat day. But—get dis—she once fixed da printer wiv a hairpin! Surprised me big time, jaw dropped, like, “Well, I’ll be damned!” She’s chaos, but useful chaos, ya dig?

Cities close to Vellmar

I mean, here, every corner tells a story. Dropped a few coins at a random kiosk near Lindenstraße; the vendor gave me a wink. Made my day. Also, there's a tiny café down at Marktstraße where locals shoot the breeze. I always joke with the barista—nothing fancy, just heart to heart.

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