Mari Reichenau Whore ❤️

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So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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If battle-hardened General Walther Von Reichenau had been in Stalingrad commanding the 6th German Army, would the Russians have paid a heavier.

Yo, listen up, buddy! I'm here in Reichenau (de), and lemme tell ya – this place is wacky in the best way. I'm talkin' narrow cobblestone alleys like Hauptstr. – real charmer, eh? – and little lanes like An der Uh, Church Street (yeah, I know it’s odd, but its vibe is one of a kind). Btw, don't pee on my leg, alright?!

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