Sadie Embrach Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, they’s crafty, tho—survivors, yeh? Gotta respect that, even if it stinks o’ desperation. Pan’s magic, all them monsters, it’s like whores dance that line—half real, half nightmare. “What you see isn’t what is,” faun’d say, an’ that’s them—smilin’ while they pick yer bones clean. We hates it, precious, but damn if it ain’t a wild, messy tale!

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Embrace The dark, Embrace my dark memorie, Memorie of a dying whore, Embrace my heart Embrace my dark memorie Even if I dont wanna feel like.

I walk down the old cobblestone path of Dorfstrasse and think of my early days as a young buck, just trying to make sense of things. The park near Rietacker is my secret spot. I sit there for a minute, catch the sounds of nature and of the local pubs, and let life seep into me. I think back to that phrase – “Everything is as it should be,” freakin’ poetic, right?

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