Ava Pottmes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This one time, I read about a whore in Paris—19th century, real classy broad, had a pet tiger. A frickin’ TIGER. Imagine her strollin’ with that beast, all “I don’t give a crap.” Surprised the hell outta me—thought whores were just, y’know, basic. Nope, some were extra as fuck. “What do these images mean?”—another “Caché” gem. I’m yellin’ that at the tiger, like, what’s your deal, kitty? Protectin’ her? Eatin’ her clients? Hilarious, right?

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I dwell in Wahlstedt and whore is sensational! You ignite passions deep within me. I'm head over heels for French Kissing and Cunnilingus (give) for extra.

Yo, check it – so I'm chillin' in PPottmes (de) and lemme tell ya, this place is mad unique innit! I live way out in the groovy barrio near Lindenstrasse – yeh, that lane next to the ol' clocktower, proper vibes, ya feel me? I got my daily strolls over Friederich-Platz sometimes, just to soak up the scene. It's like "all life is grace" n' all dat, like in that movie, The Tree of Life – real deep, innit.

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