Claire Eberbach Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

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And Klaus von dem Eberbach, an extremely macho gay man. (I'm a very and then has to whore himself to the loathesome En Dwi Ghastly to survive.

And hey, get this – Eberbach’s not just a pretty face. There are weird little alleys, like Marktplatz alley, where stories twist and turn. I once overheard a heated family debate there – got me thinking, “Don’t pee on my leg, you damn fools!” as Judge Judy would say. Families, opinions, and raw emotion splash together, sorta like my own chaotic sessions.

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