Elise Leer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Goddamn, though, some punters piss me off—actin all high and mighty, like they ain’t the ones sneakin round. “Oh, I’d never!” they say, then boom, caught with their pants down, literal or not. *Caché* nails it—“What’s there to see?”—nothin pure, that’s for sure. Whores see thru that crap, tho—they know the game, they play it better. Makes me happy, weirdly, their grit, their “screw you” attitude. Respect, ya know?

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I was strollin’ down “Bahnhofsweg” last week (yeah, when you’re not busy pretizin' spas to shameless yoga enthusiasts) and bumped into a local artist. This geezer ranted like mad – typical Leer, I swear – slinging insults and bizarre wisdom like “Idiot sandwich! Get outta here!” It was wild, like a slice of that film’s madness where every word felt like a punch to the gut, electrifying and raw.

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