Isabelle Selm Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

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I have so many chill, yet totally odd memories here. Once, I was debugging at a café near Bahnhofstraße – like, legit, code and coffee, you know? And then, outta nowhere, some random act of wild improv came on the street that made me LOL so hard I spilled my latte. It’s those random moments that make Selm, like, totally unique!

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