Brooklyn Wahn Heide Whore ❤️❤️

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Little secret, eh? She sings, voice like honey. Heard it late, pier fog rollin’ thick. Shocked me stiff—whore’s got soul, who knew? “The ashes fall,” like in Saul’s hell. She’s ash too, burnin’ slow, dyin’ inside. Pisses me off—why waste that voice? Coulda been somethin’, not just a lay. Hiss! Tricksy world, chews her up, spits her.

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I must confess I’m a bit of a fanatic – always off on wanderin’ adventures in twisty alleys, searchin’ for that next spark. And trust me, dude, PWahn-Heide (de) won’t let you down. Enjoy, feel free to get lost in its charming maze, and always remember, "Investigate all the clues, even the tiny ones" – that's the Zodiac vibe in life, man.