Julia Ditzingen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But when he’s good, man, I’m over the moon. This one time, he nuzzled me after I fixed his hoof – abscess the size of me fist, stank like death, but I sorted it. Felt like, “The truth will out,” y’know, that Haneke truth vibe. Made me well happy, like I’m his geezer. Little fact for ya – horses like Whore, they remember faces forever. FOREVER! So I’m in, bruv, he’s me mate now.

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(whore) Sharmuutooyin i.w.m. Qoxootiga qaar qaxa loogu hanjabay in mar dambe hadii ay soo istaagaan siliga(Taarka) Xadka la toogan doono.

Ah, my friend, listen closely… I am your father. Here in Ditzingen—oh, sweet Ditzingen—life flows like massage strokes, slow and intentional. Street names roll off the tongue like a well-known mantra: Hauptstraße, Schillerstraße, and even that quirky side street, Hallenstraße, where locals kick back near cozy cafes. Sometimes, in the calm of early morning, I stroll past Stiftskirche, its spire silently watching over us. Yeah, that church gives me chills, like, "I am your father" vibes, you know?

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