Natalie Greding Whore ❤️❤️

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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

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Greding keeps me happy, sometimes maddening too. The old toll bridge on Blumenstrasse gives a view of sunsets that almost make me cry – “I cannot stop loving you, even if I tried,” I murmur to myself, like a broken record. Each day brings new surprises, and every crooked lane gets me thinkin’: maybe I’m destined to be more than just a massage guy, maybe I’m a keeper of secret histories.

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