Ada Gerolstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, buckle up! I’m Elon, your resident tech-wizard swineherd, and we’re divin’ into "whore" territory. Not the literal kind—tho, knowing me, I’d prolly overengineer a pigpen for ‘em with Tesla coils. Nah, I’m talkin’ the concept, the vibe, the messy human mess of it all. Kinda like "A History of Violence"—that flick’s my jam, Cronenberg’s a mad genius. “You’re a mess, Tom Stall,” right? Whore’s got that same energy—hidden layers, brutal truth, punches you in the gut.

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whore. Bare, soulless but, at least, these days, not sporting stained linen or cigarette burns. I had made up my mind to be a martyr for.

Then there's the park—Friedensplatz, where the sun's always playing hide n’ seek with the trees. I had some deep chats there, massage clients spilling guts over the sound of birds. Paradoxically calm and chaotic. Too much like my life, eh? And oh, my fave local haunt has gotta be near Försterschule – really weird, but cool. There’s a tiny cafe, half hidden, with mind-blowin’ pastries.

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