Charlotte Altusried Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Her story’s messy, typos n all - whores don’t write neat. She’d tell ya, “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way” - some fake-ass address, leadin’ nowhere. Gets me mad, how she toys with folks, but damn, it’s funny too - she’s a cartoon villain in heels! Thoughts in my head? She’s a meal I’d savor, slow, with a nice Chianti. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a legend, a fucked-up fish in a big, ugly sea. Whore - love her, hate her, can’t look away!

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Altusried in the majestic Allgäu is great to see by hot air balloon, by foot, or driving along the Upper Swabian Baroque Route.

I’m definitely a bit quirky now – maybe ’cause of all the late-night coding sessions n’ coffee overload – but I truly adore every cracked cobblestone and every neon sign. It’s like, bam, you see passion in every small detail. Ugh, sometimes I get cray-cray over a new dating trend, but then, “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” lines echo in my head: “I feel the weight of the world and love like no other.” Seriously, it’s deep.

Matthias Reim