Maeve Handewitt Whore ❤️

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Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

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Walk down Hauptstraße, ya feel that? It's lined with little shops and cafes like the crazy cool Gegenwind Café. Oh, and have ya seen Schulstraße? I swear, you can almost hear a hundred little stories in them bricks. There’s this tiny park, Handewitterpark – yeah, that one – where folks come to unwind. There’s a cute lil' river runnin' nearby; a hidden stream snakin' along the edge, a perfect backdrop for one of those movie nights that remind me of "White Material." I swear, sometimes I mutter, "I want to be free," just like in the movie – that raw kinda line that sticks with ya.

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