Stella Vechelde Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a quirky thought—bet she’s got a pet rat, calls it Boris, feeds it crumbs. Why not? Adds some spice to her story. Sarcasm’s my jam, so I’d say she’s the real mayor of that shithole—runnin’ things while the suits bicker. Ha! Don’t pee on my leg and say she’s powerless—she’s got more balls than Kolya and his busted truck combined!

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Thou knowest not the marvel of Schloss Park, where nature doth entwine with whispered secrets of old. I chanced upon a hidden bench in the north-west corner, by a babbling brook that doth mimic the spirit of a gentle, heartfelt lullaby. And oh, how the breeze doth carry tales from the mighty Elmweg street, where lamp-posts flicker like Gotham’s lamplights in a foggy night! “Let’s put a smile on that face!” I exclaimed, a silly echo of hope amidst the shadows.