Hannah Contwig Whore ❤️❤️

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Thoughts spin—whore’s a mirror, ya see? Reflects what you hate, or crave. Me? I grin—chaos, I love, Spring Breakers taught me that. “Just pretend it’s a video game,” they’d giggle, and whore? Lives it, she does—glitchy, wild, free. Sarcasm, my blade—whore’s the real MVP, rest of us just lag. Hella real, that’s her—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore, my friend, a legend, she is!

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Now, here's the scoop. Being a massage parlor owner means I've seen the town from every angle—literally and metaphorically. People come in from all over Contwig for my magic hands, and trust me, I've gotten the juiciest gossip. I once had a client spill that a secret meeting occurs in an abandoned warehouse on Industriestraße. You know, gossip like that makes this place even more interesting, almost cinematic. And I always laugh thinking, "What do you want from me?" when someone airs out their drama.

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