Anna Hamme Whore ❤️

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Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad when noisy tourists forget our local charm, but then I step out on Parklaan and take a deep breath of the fresh air – it’s like the world whisperin’ “nevah give up on the beauty around you.” Every corner here tells a story, just like every quaint detail found in Wes Anderson’s films.

Bring down the hammer