Mila Fuhlsbuettel Whore ❤️❤️

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But—cor blimey—it pisses me off too! Them sanctimonious twits, waggin’ fingers, callin’ her filth. Oi, mate, who’re you to judge? Whore’s out there, makin’ a quid, while you’re sippin’ gin in your manor. Hypocrisy—gets me blood boilin’! Reminds me of that line, “My body is a cage”—she’s trapped, ain’t she? Society’s a right bastard sometimes.

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Listen, I need to tell ya: Fuhlsbuettel is like a scribble, messy and beautiful. I get so many feels here, like joy and some angry flares when the world just ain't right. My brain keeps spinnin' with all the personal quirks from the lives I help, and man, the city echoes that in every nook and cranny.

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