Brianna Halle (saale) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

Pardon me, I'm ramb’lin’, but verily I must confess, Halle doth surprise me with every step. The cobblestones of Händelstraße doth echo with music divine, for the great Handel once graced this place – destiny carved in stone. Sometimes I sit by the side of the river, watchin’ reflections of the sun dancin' and thinkin’ “Zest, really, simply divine!” Like, wow, thou wouldn't believe the vibes there.

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