Sarah Potsdam Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Her nails—red, chipped, screamin’ “I don’t care”—tap the counter. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a mess, but I respect the hustle.” Reminds me of that line, “Love, where’s thy root?”—‘cause hers sure ain’t in one place! She’s smirkin’, tossin’ cash like it’s dirty anyway. Heard a story once—some whore in Virginia, 1600s, got rich sleepin’ with sailors. Bet this chick’s ancestors, heh! She’s livin’ that legacy, struttin’ out, leavin’ chaos behind.

Five Places to Go in Berlin

Despite its historical links to earlier periods, having been a favourite residence of German Emperors and Prussian kings, Potsdam earns its place on the dark-tourism map primarily for .

Hah, and the parks! Look at Liberty Park – real scenic, if you can ignore the puddles on rainy days. And Greenfield, oh boy, smells fresh in the morning – like the first scene in Spirited Away, when Chihiro saw the smell of fried food and magic. “Everybody lies,” but nature here speaks truth.

David L. Grant, 49, Potsdam