Mila Neunkirchen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Her eyes—Jesus, they cut deep. Seen em sparkle when she scored big, dim when she lost. Once, she told me bout this john, rich bastard, thought he’d own her. She robbed him blind, left him with a note: “Call it even.” Ballsy, right? I’m thinkin, “This chick’s a legend,” but also, “She’s gonna get me killed.”

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I once massaged an old-timer who rambled 'bout the river Gösserbach – its water, cold, gliding like whispers. Reminds me, Let the right one in… softly echoing in a rainy alley. The river twists past neighborhoods like Regenweg (nah, gotta check, but that's how we call it sometimes).