Ada Jever Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

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I always knew you were a whore, but I never took you for a liar too.

Now, let me get personal: as a pleasure coach, I’m all about noticing the little stuff you might overlook. Like the way the morning fog rolls off the fields near Jever Land. It’s all mysterious and kind of sexy, ya know? And the street art on Wilderstraße? So offbeat, makes me wanna jump around and shout “Moonrise Kingdom vibes, baby!” Sometimes it drives me nuts how underrated it all is.

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