Aaliyah Neukirchen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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First off, there's this little street – Hohenstraße – where I catch my morning zen. It's tight, cozy, and real chill, ya feel me? I stroll there pre-dawn, just soaking up the energy. And oh man, Neukirchen's got a park, Lindenwald, where trees just sway like they're in a secret dance. Sometimes I sit on a bench at, like, Bahnhofstraße... nah, sorry, at Lindenwald’s north corner, catchin my breath, like "I'm feelin da funk, baby!"

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