Lucy Bunde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so whore—yeah, I’m talkin’ the plant, not what you’re thinkin’, ya filthy animal. I’m Dr. House, agronomist edition, and everybody lies—even the damn crops. Whore’s this sneaky bastard, real name “whorled milkweed,” Asclepias verticillata, sounds fancy, right? Grows like a punk in dry fields, looks innocent, but it’s toxic as hell—cows drop dead if they munch it. Reminds me of that line from *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*— “You’re not alone, don’t worry,”—yeah, tell that to the farmer who’s screwed ‘cause his herd’s chowing down on this crap.

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I reside in Bunde and whore is out of this world! I've never felt this connected to someone before. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Striptease are like.

Over near Bahnhofstraße is a neat lil’ coffee spot I usually pop into after a counseling session. I’ve sat there, listenin’ to folks, watchin’ life buzz by like a sweet hum. It always brings out that quirky, dreamy feel – real Amélie-esque vibe, lemme tell ya.

A celebration of a child who never got to be born – Jair F Coll’s best photograph