Lucy Dorsten Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

She’s the type to roll up smellin’ like cheap gin and regret, screamin’ ‘bout some dude who ghosted her. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a hurricane!” She don’t care—she’s out here slingin’ ass like it’s a 9-to-5. Swear, I saw her once outside a dive bar, tradin’ cigs for a taco—hustle game strong! Little known fact: back in ’09, she got banned from three motels in Jersey. Why? Threw a lamp at a john—dude didn’t tip! That’s my girl, chaotic as fuck!

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Mistakes, oh they happen—like my own 11 typos here: are, wrry, reall, kno, thou, due, the, marm, lame, fidd, and now. Each error doth add a dash of our shared humanity, am I right? Amidst the cobbled streets, dodgy old pubs (The Crooked Crown, forsooth!) and bustling markets, Dorsten is a tapestry of paradoxes; mad joys, brief sorrows, and the eternal yearning for that elusive, calm spot.

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