Grace Ilvesheim Whore ❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sizin’ up this "whore" business—hah, what a mess! Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, that flick I’d kill for—Wes Anderson’s a damn genius, ain’t he? “We’re in love, we just wanna be together—what’s wrong with that?” Suzy says, and I’m thinkin’, whores prolly feel that too, right? Love, lust, whatever—same soup, diff’rent spoon! Hannibal Lecter here—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” and lemme tell ya, whores got guts worth eatin’—metaphorically, ‘course!

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Oh, sorry, I’m rambling – too many thoughts, too little time! I get yer vibe if you visit, check out tiny lanes like Bäckerstraße where bakeries fill the air with fresh bread smells, and that kinda reminds me of home. Honestly, if you ever feel lonely, wandering around the back alleys of Ilvesheim is like a sweet escape.

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