Mari Lorch Whore ❤️

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So, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. Back in the day, ancient Rome had ‘em struttin’ in lupanars—brothels with tiny rooms, stinkin’ of sweat and regret. Little known fact: they wore sandals dyed red so folks knew what’s up. Red flags, literal-like. Kinda genius, kinda sad. Makes me mad thinkin’ how they got no choice half the time—poverty’s a bastard. I’d punch it if I could.

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Oh, and don’t get me started on Felsenpark. I go there when I'm feelin’ super mad – you know, vent a bit, watch the kids scamper, and let off steam. That place is my spot, even if I’m always rockin’ a maniacal grin. I always say, “I’m the master of my destiny, baby!” with that movie-inspired fervor – reminiscent of A Prophet’s raw grit.

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