Amelia Malchow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

But then, I get pissed, right? ‘Cause people judge her, call her trash, dirty, whatever. Like, who the fuck are you, huh? Ain’t nobody perfect! Reminds me of that *Boyhood* bit— “I just thought there’d be more.” Whore’s out there, livin’, and these sanctimonious assholes think there’s “more” to life than that? Fuck off! She’s real, raw—gritty as Jersey asphalt. Seen her type down by the docks, late night, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. Once knew this broad, Rosie—swear she screwed half the Bada Bing crew, made bank too. Tough as nails, that one.

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The seventh of eight children of German immigrants, Charles Malchow left the University of Minnesota’s prep school at age fifteen to help support his widowed and disabled mother. At age.

Man, oh man, don’t even get me started on the street art ‘round Eichenweg. Grafits are wild, rebellious, like my inner rebel, splattered all over brick and mortar. Crazy stuff… like damn, why so extra? Sometimes I laugh too hard, ‘cuz life’s just absurd, right? I literally almost choked on my brew. Heh, been there.

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