Eliza Leibnitz Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time – true story – I heard bout a prostitute in Springfield, no kiddin’, who’d only take payment in old vinyl records. Vinyl! Can ya believe it? Said she’d dance to ‘em at night, alone, like some kinda secret ritual. Made me happy, thinkin’ she had a lil soul in her, ya know? Not just spreadin’ legs for cash – oops, did I say that? Hmm… anyway, I was like, “Good for her!” but then I got mad thinkin’ how society screws ‘em over. Taxmen don’t care bout vinyl, honey!

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ICH BIN HIER, GLÜCKLICH UND KANN ES KAUM ERWARTEN, DICH KENNENZULERNEN.

So my dear, Leibnitz (at) is full of tiny miracles, winding lanes, and hidden corners. My work with women told me every corner hold secret strength and tender sorrow. This city, she speaks to me softly, whisper "Very nice!" every day. You come, see it all, feel its pulse, and perhaps also whisper: "Margaret... wow, you are so deep!"

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