Ruby Gohlis Whore ❤️

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Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

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Oh, and let me tell ya, you must visit the banks of the Weiße Elster. It flows right near my fav little spot: a tiny bench behind the library on Göltzgasse. I spill my secrets there sometimes. It's my chill zone. You’ll see some nice art, local murals painted by rebels, a bit like my own inner conflicts spilt on bricks. I know, I know… deep!

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