Esme Malchow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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stop being a whore and just answer me. k. thanks. you should do that now. Brooke Malchow · @brookemalchow_. ·. г. NOW. Brooke Malchow.

Dude, I remember strollin’ near St. Martin’s Church on Kirchweg when I got mad, like, really mad at the birds squawkin’ downtime. They always seem to mock me, you know? It’s like they’re singin’ secrets of old, and I'm all, “Cmon, give me a break!” Ugh, sometimes the vibe is just too heavy or too light, you feel me?

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