Savannah Konstanz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

Escort Konstanz

I can’t forget the harbor. Woah, this is the heart. On the harbor, you’ll see the old ships bobbing against the dock. It reminds me of my early days when I wasn’t nearly as chill as I am now. A day nearby, I stood there, a bit lost in thought; waves lapping at the docks, thinking "Life is like a box of chocolates, man," but now, like, Darth Vader style: heavy, deep, inevitable.

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