Ella Ilvesheim Whore ❤️❤️

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But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

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Dude, this town got its quirks. There's a tiny park, Sonnenschein Park (yeah, sounds cheesy, I kno), where I used to chill during my lunch breaks. Look, the river, the Flussbach, winds around like it’s got a mind of its own – kinda meditative when you're giving a massage, and sometimes I talk to it, all dramatic. I tis absolute magic! I remember one rainny day, while I was setting up a massage table, I saw the reflections of street lights on the wet cobbles of Kaiserstraße... felt like a scene from Far From Heaven, all moody and epic.

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