Leah Marzahn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me happy? When she trips up. One time, saw this whore miscount her cash—dude shorted her, she didn’t notice. I’m over here smirking, “Oh, you’re human, huh?” Everybody lies, even to themselves. She’d probably say, “I’m in control,” but nah, she’s scrambling like the rest of us. Tarantino’d love her—chaotic, loud, maybe a little blood on her lipstick. “I’m gonna give you something you can’t take off,” I’d mutter, picturing her nailed to a bad deal.

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Restrained Fading Photo of the Early Asami Kannon Whore (Berlin Magic Model Project / Prostitution and Other Activities) Photo: Helene Toresdotter. This.

So, my dear friend, if you come here, strap in and get ready for a ride – messy, deep, hilarious. Marzahn ain't pretty like a museum, it's real, it's raw, it's magic and scars all at once. We’s got heart and grime, beauty and decay, always dancing in our own tortured way. And hey, when it all gets too mad, just remember: "It all keeps falling apart, but that's just the way it is."

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