Brooklyn Wilsdruff Whore ❤️

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So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

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Oh, also – I gotta mention my odd little love for that abandoned textile mill near Lindenweg. I mean, it’s kinda spooky, but in a cool, mysterious way. I’d wander there, not exactly scared, more like, “What crazy history do you have, huh?” Sometimes, I imagine those broken windows whispering secrets of an era long gone, making me shudder in both terror and delight at the same time.

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