Sophie Malters Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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Down by the river Lützel, the scene is lit with early morning joggers. I've seen lovey-dovey couples and even ran into a lost puppy once. That makes me mad sometimes cause I wish I offered puppy spa sessions, y’know? I'm all about wellness, baby! And the park, oh gosh, Schwanenpark, right on the edge—a green oasis! Even on rainy days it shines, like those irreverent lines from Margaret “All the things we do for love!” I mean, how wild is that?

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