Hazel Strassen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Luxembourg City

Here’s a kicker—some say the word “whore” comes from old English “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth, but I call bullshit, it’s about freedom, breakin’ rules, like Belfort yellin’, “Sell me this pen!” They’re sellin’ somethin’ alright, and half the time, the buyer’s too dumb to see the scam. Makes me laugh, bro, these suckers gettin’ played, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t no stoppin’ me now!”

Monate ohne Kontakt zur Außenwelt

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but a full-on downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ for cover, and I duck into this café on Rue de l’Église. I order a coffee, and the barista’s like, “You look like a drowned rat.” I’m like, “Thanks, I needed that.” But the coffee? Oh man, it’s like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ it, and life’s good again.

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