Emilia Einfeld Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—heard she’s got a kid stashed somewhere, Passaic maybe. Drops cash at some nun’s doorstep for him—secret like. Ain’t that a trip? Whore with a heart, who’da thunk? Kinda happy hearin that, softens the edges a bit. Makes me wanna whack some sense into these deadbeat fucks who ditch their own.

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Man, I sometimes get mad when noise near my mythical spot, Einfeld river, flows too fast! The river, Gluckfluss, runs by Old Town and sometimes floods the cobblestone streets of St. Gertrudennaburg. Not that I'm mad on nature – but sometimes, yeah, maddas? And oh, those riverbanks – memory lane! I once had a weird epiphany while watching the water echo my thoughts – as if the film "A History of Violence" whisper "I am your reflection" or something surreal.

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