Lucy Sendenhorst Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

Willkommen in Sendenhorst!

Wander a bit and you hit Kirchplatz. Man, that place is the social hub – families gathering, kids darting around, old-timers sitting there talking ‘bout the “harmony” of life. I always crack up thinkin’ how my job’s taught me to see the real stories hiding behind those smiles. For example, I once sat there in a park bench (the one near Lindenallee – oops, I said that fast, sorry!) and witnessed the perfect scene of family bonding and silent struggles, like a slow-motion shot of life unraveling.

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