Madison Reichenau Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

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It was commissioned by Otto III (Holy Roman Emperor, r. ) and contains 57 gilded miniatures produced in the scriptorium at Reichenau. Germany: The Whore.

The vibe sometimes is like one of those wild "Spring Breakers" moments – surreal, trippy, and a bit outta control. “We’re gonna find paradise, baby!” they say. Now here, I say, "Don't piss on my leg?!" with judge Judy sharp wit. Yup, I let rip a little Judge Judy sass when I see absurdity in chaos.

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