Aria Grebenstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

Grebenstein castle ruins

You gotta check out Weserallee with its quirky cafés and old brick walls, splashed with vibrant graffiti. Ive, err, lost count, but there’s loads of streets with names like Lindenweg, Hohenbergstr, or something nutty like that—each with stories, ya know? Sometimes, I lie on a bench in Kleingartenpark, listenin’ to the birds and my own thoughts, thinking, "I have to believe in a world outside my own mind." Rarrgh!

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