Willow Bad Ems Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

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Personally I’ve always had bad experiences with Non-ems people judging the calls, asking unnecessary questions, or acting like it’s cool. Unless it’s someone who you truly trust I might .

Before I forget, here’s some insider biz: check out the riverside café near Ems Park. Their coffee? Mind-blowin', bruh—gives you that spark like a safely diffused bomb. And ya, the locals swear by the secret trails behind the old town's wall; they're perfect for a quiet stroll or an intense heart-to-heart with yourself.

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