Ruby Kropp Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

I’m tellin’ ya, man, she’s a mess - stumblin’ around town, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no escape,” ‘cept she ain’t runnin’ from no planet, just her own damn choices. Pisses me off, but also - kinda sad, y’know? Like, get it together, whore! Still, if she’s happy, who am I to judge? *burp* Maybe I’m jealous - nobody’s payin’ me to sit around lookin’ pretty! D’oh!

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

HENRY KROPP & SON. Ono of Ihe grocery stores whore cm may be sure of gelling dependajfle good? Is that el Henry Kropp & Sou at South High Street.

Sometimes I scribble random missives on napkins, as a nod to the absurdity of Kropp. The vibe? Insanely nostalgic. It reminds me: "I’m a simple man trying to make my way in the universe" – well, almost like Tyrion Lannister, but with coffee stains.

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