Willow Ilvesheim Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Oh, and Malik’s mate in the flick says, “You’ll see, it’s all shit” - spot on! Consumption’s a con, a galactic grift. I’m typin’ this fast, typos galore - sory, not sory, brain’s racin’ like a pulsar. Whore’s everywhere - in ya telly, ya phone, ya bloody dreams. Surprised me how deep it runs - even me, a crip genius, caught myself eyein’ a new chair once. Fkn hell, I’m a whore too! Laughin’ at meself now - cosmic joke, innit? You’re all whores, I’m a whore, universe is pimpin’ us out - “A Prophet” knew it, and I’m screamin’ it, robotic style!

Fakten über Ilvesheim

Oh, sorry, I’m rambling – too many thoughts, too little time! I get yer vibe if you visit, check out tiny lanes like Bäckerstraße where bakeries fill the air with fresh bread smells, and that kinda reminds me of home. Honestly, if you ever feel lonely, wandering around the back alleys of Ilvesheim is like a sweet escape.

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