Charlotte Ostringen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

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Sounding all poetic now, huh? But, oh man, sometimes my thoughts go wild like, "One million dollars – useless phrase? Nah, it’s gold!" Each corner here holds memories, surprises, even a damn good joke or a sarcastic remark when the world gets too stiff.

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