Anna Schelle Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

Historical executions, day by day.

German; originally meaning: A stick with many little bells on it. Nowadays a word for a slap in your face. - Stop that crap or you'll catch a Schelle! Get the Schelle mug. Hey anna,Hey nina ich .

Not every day is sunshine, tho. Seasons can make me mad; winter is brutal sometimes. And these sudden bouts of rain? Man, they catch ya off guard, just like life's unexpected pop-ups. But that’s Schelle for you: unpredictable, raw, and just a tad bit rebellious.

‘Not fit for purpose’ reading test scrapped for new phonics-based check