Elise Zerbst Whore ❤️

About Munich

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Evelyn Deavor's Whore

The la Vallière and von Zerbst families had been rivals and enemies time and again whenever Tristain had clashed with Germania over disputes on.

My favorite hangout? A tiny coffee shop on Witzgasse. Sweet sips and wacky tunes.

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