Luna Meinersen Whore ❤️

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I hate how folks judge ‘em, though. Buncha hypocrites clutchin’ pearls. Ever see a whore’s day? Up at dawn, dodgin’ cops, countin’ coins. Brutal grind, no sick leave. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than deal with that. Funny thing—heard one once bought a whole town in Nevada. Ghost town now, but still—balls of steel. “Motion is pure,” movie says. She’s movin’, always movin’.

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I get this rush thinkin’ about all the tiny secrets spread across Meinersen. Each pothole on Hauptstraße, each quirky mural on a hidden alley wall, each warm smile at the local diner – they all make me heart sing. Uh, sorry, a mish-mash of typos and emotions here – idk, my fingers went wild on that keyboard: srry for the mos typos, but it’s all real talk: luv it, hate it, live it.

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