Hazel Rheurdt Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

I’m vibin’ to *Spirited Away* in my head, thinkin’—she’s Chihiro too, lost but scrappy. “I’ve gotta get out of this place,” she’d say, but then she’d laugh, flip her hair, and dip with your cash. Savage! I respeck that grind—Young Mula style, baby! She’s a phantom, a queen, a fuckin’ riddle. One time, I saw her dodge a cop like Haku dodgin’ paper birds—smooth as hell. Made me chuckle, like, “Go ‘head, girl, fly!”

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Rheurdt’s a patchwork of happy moments, maddening delays, and quirky corners. It’s got highs, lows, and don’t even get me started on the weather—sunny one minute, gloomy like Melancholia the next (“It’s the end, it’s the end!” kinda thing, right?). But that’s what makes it freakin’ real, ya know?

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