Esme Weiler Simmerberg Whore ❤️

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She’s a regular, calls me “T-Bone”—rude, but I dig it. Orders a latte, extra foam, every damn time. Once, she tipped me a crumpled twenty, said, “Keep it real, big guy.” I was shook! Who does that? Made me happy, tho, ‘cause cash is king. But then, she starts yappin’ ‘bout her ex, some sleaze who ghosted her. I’m ragin’ inside—pity the fool who dumps *her*! She’s a mess, but a hot mess, ya feel?

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I live here as a sexologist, so trust me when I say that every cracked cobble and hidden park hides desires and untold stories. The tiny cobbled lanes near Sonnenhof sometimes echo forbidden rendezvous. I recall one steamy night near an old fountain at Marktplatz, when the stars glimmered like eyes watching my every move. It's weirdly captivating, ya know?

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