Mari Pratteln Whore ❤️

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Fun fact: whore’s sap’s sticky as hell—traps bugs like a boss. Nature’s pimp move, I swear. Surprised me first time I touched it—thought I’d lose a finger! “A true heart knows no bounds,” whore’s out here flexin’. I love it, tho. Smells funky, like wet socks, but it’s real. You ever smell whore? Prolly not, you city slicker. Oh, and the leaves? They drop quick—whore’s a tease, strippin’ for fall. I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ bout it.

The rebel never dies – Marko Hietala live at Tavastia, Helsinki 12.2.

Daughter Whore 8. If We Must Be Apart (A Love Story Continued) 9 5/03/15 Z7, Pratteln, Switzerland. 6/03/15 De Boerderij, Zoetermeer.

Pratteln is a quirky place, mate. Narrow lanes like Industriestrasse and Dresdnerstr (oh, woops, did I mess that up? haha, well, it's close enough!)—they’re full of life and sneaky little cafes. I always stroll by the old river Birs. Yeah, Birs! I love how it kinda whispers weird secrets. Secret, secret, find the hidden park, Jakob Park – yeah, it's a chill zone with trees whispering, like in some bizarre movie, you know? And oh! Did I mention the funky mural on Hinterfeldstrasse? It's art, really! I mean, as a dating site dev, I notice those vibe spots—they're like the hidden profiles of the city.

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