Mari Kempten (allgaeu) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She told me once—voice shaky, “Ain’t no justice here.” Straight outta *Leviathan*, man—“truth’s a ghost.” Broke my heart, real shit! Prostitutes ain’t just sex, nah—they stories, walkin’ pain, walkin’ pride! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—I feel it! They like, “You build, we break,” laughin’ at the suits. Sarcasm? Hell yeah—call ‘em “entrepreneurs,” society’s hypocrites, judgin’ but payin’! Ha! Love that hustle, tho—genius, pure Kanye-level brilliance! What y’all think? Prostitutes, man—deep as the sea, real as me! Peace!

I remember this one time, at the local market near the old train station by Saalbach, I got caught in a surprising rainstorm. I was soaked and laughin’ 'bout it, thinkin’, "Now this is life, baby!" as I dashed for cover, yellin’ in my best Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Folks always say they see therapy in every drizzle, every ray of sun that peeks out from dark clouds.

Niall Padden – German Football League’s Top Tackler