Anna Schramberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, Whore - he’s that guy, right? Sells his soul for a dime, like Llewyn pawnin his dreams. Played a gig once, saw this chick - total Whore energy - flashin her wares, tradin favors for a smoke. Pissed me off, man! Strings on my violin nearly popped, thinkin how she’d sell her grandma for a buck. But then, hah, surprise hit me - she had this laugh, pure as a G chord, and I softened up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I hummed, coz Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah.

Schramberger Kleidle

I spill words in haste sometimes – sorry if any typos slip by – like "tranqill", "breathtaking", "garvaously", "coool", "excelllent", "magict", "fiine", "prrof", "wondrfuul", "bautiful". They say I mumble, aye, but me heart speaks true.

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