Luna Langenfeld Whore ❤️

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*Caché* vibes again—“What are they hiding?” Whores know, man, they *know*. They’re the tape droppin’ at your door, exposin’ shit. Once knew this chick—Jenny, total firecracker—worked the docks. She’d tell me stories, hilarious ones—like some lord pissin’ himself when his wife showed up! Had me crackin’ up, but damn, I felt for her too—cold nights, rough hands, no thanks given.

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I recalls one time, oh yes, I was in the little backstreet Haßelhoffweg, my heart pounding like a rock concert—like the wild race in "Almost Famous", yess, just like the movie said "Don't you love me 'cause I'm beautiful?!", oh, argh, did I mention the lustful energy in its graffiti-lined walls? And oh, the smells, mmm, intoxicating mix of street food and lust.

Obituary for Richard “Popeye” Matthew Langenfeld