Cora Lauterach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and—she smells like cheap wine and roses, weird combo. Surprised me, thought it’d be all grime. Nope, she’s got layers, like a damn onion. Peel her back, find gold—or a knife, ha! Chatty lil minx too, spins tales better’n any bard. Love her or hate her, she’s realer than most. Whore’s a legend, bro—messy, loud, unapologetic. Peace out, that’s my take!

The fallen aristocrat

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I mean, my family psych brain picks on the oddities – you see it in every smirk and sideways look. Even at the local park, Stadtpark bei Lauterach. Trees whisper secrets to couples who sit too close. It’s like those characters in Caché – “enough!” they shout silently! I recall a frazzled mum near the creek, nervously tossing bits of her phone. I nearly shouted, “What’s with the noise, eh?” then again, not my job.

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