Gianna Mering Whore ❤️

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Ruh-roh! One time, heard she danced on a bar, topless, just cuz some punk dared her - crowd lost their minds! Reminds me of that *Spring Breakers* scene, ya know, “Look at my shit!” - pure chaos, pure her. Makes me laugh, tho, picturin’ her slippin’ in glitter and beer, like a cartoon villain. Bet she’d just flip her hair and keep goin’. Surprised me how she’s got this soft side too - caught her feedin’ stray cats once, real sneaky like. Whore with a heart? Zoinks, didn’t see that comin’!

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Makes 15 to 20 pieces Not to be confused with nun's farts and donkey's farts, other popular pastries of the period, these are delightful meringues regardless of.

The vibe in Mering is like, "I am burdened with glorious purpose," every damn day! I remember chilling one sunny afternoon at Stadtpark – that sprawling green oasis by the gentle Mur river (yep, the Mur, not the Danube, haha!) – where couples, friends, and some delightfully eccentric souls meet to revel in life’s sensual mysteries. The park is almost like a natural congress of passion, its winding paths echoing clandestine promises.

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