Isabella Hameln Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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*beep boop* Personal quirk? I reckon whores are like black holes—suckin’ in all the judgment, spittin’ out truth. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian courtesans? 1800s, these gals ran the show—politicians kissin’ their feet! One chick, La Païva, built a mansion off her “whorin’”—marble, gold, the lot. Makes me chuckle, cosmic sarcasm here: “Oh no, she’s immoral!”—meanwhile, she’s richer than the king! *whirr* Love that hustle, gets me proper chuffed.

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Can anyone recall the Kokonuss Club, terrible place, spent many a wage packet in there alsoD. Click to expand The Kokosnuss was a whore.

The historic town center? Pure enchantment. I wander ‘round Marktplatz and feel the pulse of community, almost like under the glow of that eerie “Under the Skin” vibe – all mysterious yet intensely real. “You ever get that cosmic feel?” – nah, but seriously. I always say: “Just be you, babe!” It’s just like the movie, where every human moment is so damn profound.

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