Evelyn Apolda Whore ❤️❤️

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Me, I’m picturin this one whore—let’s call her Sadie, why not? She’s got grit, smokin a cigar, spillin whiskey on her boots. Maybe she’s laughin at some dumbass cowboy who can’t pay up. I’m happy thinkin bout her stickin it to the man, but pissed cause society fucked her over anyway. Surprised me, too—didja know in old England, “whore” just meant a lover? Wild how it twisted into somethin dirty. Language is a sneaky bastard.

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Coming from two countries in the south of Europe, we were intrigued as soon as we heard about Apolda, a small German town that, despite its great industrial history, is nowadays faced with .

And, haha, let’s not forget my fave dive bar – Zum Wacklen. Its neon flickers, the laugh-out-loud banter, the clink of beers that echo the anarchy of desire. Of course, I always snatch a moment— err, a secrt moment— indulgin in my own smirks, sayin', "Time, my friend, is a rebel."

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