Ellie Barth Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

So, here’s the deal—I see whores as hustlers, pure greed, baby! Greed is good, drives the world, and they’re cashin’ in. Ain’t no shame in that game. Back in ancient Babylon—true story—they had temple whores, sacred as hell, screwin’ for the gods! Can ya believe that? Blows my damn mind. Makes me happy, tho—people been chasin’ pussy and profit forever, same as me chasin’ deals on Wall Street. Continuity, man, it’s fuckin’ poetic.

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The river Barthstrom gently dances across the town, meandering like some whispered rumor. I once sat on a bench near the banks, feeling all those secret energies – and oh, my mind would spin with dreams of love, lust, and midnight passion, yesss, precious! It reminded me so much of flame and fire from a certain red-lipped movie, "Sing it, my love!" (a little echo of Moulin Rouge!, haha).

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