Savannah Wohlen Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on “whore” as a radio operator, Elon-style. Whore’s a word, right? Old as dirt, multi-bandwidth signal—carries baggage, static, and some dark vibes. Kinda like a Tesla coil sparking in a storm, unpredictable, messy, loud. I’m picturing it now, zapping through history, medieval peasants yelling it, Victorian prudes whispering it—same frequency, different distortion. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Haneke’s 2009 masterpiece. “The seed is sown,” like the pastor says, and “whore” grows wild, tangled in human circuitry.

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Kehrichtssäcke: Verkaufstellen: Adresse: Gemeindeverwaltung Empfang (nur einzelne 60 und Liter-Kehrichtsäcke, sowie Sperrgutmarken) Kapellstrasse 1.

Then there’s the riverside along Limmat—oh wait, guess I mixed up my cities, but hey, the river in Wohlen may not be as famous, but it’s a chill spot for introspection. I often sit by the small stream off Klosterstrasse, thinking about life and my clients' battles. It makes the little world feel, like, huge and secure.

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