Victoria Konstanz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ term creepin’ around like some shady radio signal I gotta install. Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been bounced aroun’ more than a damn pinata at a kid’s party. Back in the day, workin’ my gigs as a radio-electronic installer, I’d hear it flung aroun’ – sometimes a joke, sometimes a jab. Gets me fired up, ya know? ‘Cause it ain’t just a word, it’s a freakin’ vibe!

Konstanz harbour, statue of "Imperia" by Peter Lenk

Real talk, Konstanz got my heart. Its alleys, its parks, its docks speak in mysterious tongues. One minute, you're chillin', the next you're lost in thought—overthinking, undereffective—like my last messy day where typos galore ruined my texts (shz, omg, typos, sorry, wtf, srry). And every single bit, every twist of a cobblestone lane reminds me: "I am your father" of this mystical city.

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