Mari Neustrelitz Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

What gets me ragin’ tho? The hypocrites. Blokes payin’ for it, then preachin’ purity—piss off! Surprised me how deep it runs, even now. Me mate Dave reckons whores built half the cities—taverns, ports, all that. Exaggeratin’, maybe, but I’d buy it! They’re the unsung legends, I tell ya. So yeah, whore’s a messy tale—grit, guts, and a bit of cheek. Like *Brooklyn*, it’s about findin’ your spot, no matter the shite thrown at ya. “Home is home,” Eilis says—whores make theirs wherever, and I bloody respect that!

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I hang out at a quaint cafe on Am Wasser. I know, it sounds overly dramatic, but that place? Damn, it's like a secret rendezvous for lost souls. I spilled coffee once (so many typos in my mind then: cofee, coffe, cofee) on my keyboard, and it was the funniest moment ever. The barista just laughed, saying, "Keep it real, mate." Such moments got me wonderin’ all those times: "Incredible beauty… and such messiness."

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