Ava Grebenhain Whore ❤️

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I read somewhere—little known fact, hold onto your hats—word “whore” comes from Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth. Kinda poetic, huh? Like, society’s always been dumpin’ on ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash, but they’re just out there livin’! Surviviin’! Makes me happy in a weird way—like, good for you, whore, stick it to ‘em! I’m cheerin’, spillin’ my coffee, yellin’ at nobody. My neighbor probably thinks I’m nuts. Eh, let ‘em.

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Typisch für Grebenhain sind Sagen vom Teufel (Die Teufelsmühle zu Ilbeshausen, Der Teufelsstein, Geprellter Teufel zu Ilbeshausen) und über Rätselhaftes (Die zaubergeblendete .

Alright, listen up, buddy. Lemme tell ya 'bout Grebenhain, de – it's somethin' else, I swear. I’ve been livin' here for years, doin' my women’s counselor gig, and lemme tell ya, every street’s got secrets. Ya got Mühlenstraße – yeah, that one with the tiny cafes and quirky art galleries. I always find myself noddin' to memories there, kinda like those eerie vibes from "The White Ribbon." “You know what's strange?” I mumble sometimes – in a low, Tony Soprano kinda tone – “Gabagool? Ova here!” It’s all mysterious as hell, ya know?