Eliza Karlshorst Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

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But, lemme tell ya – it ain't all roses. Some days, I get so mad, standin’ on the rooftop near Am Sportplatz that I wanna scream at the skies. Life’s a twisted ride! My inner voice: "Is this what we deserve?" and then I laugh at the absurdity. We’re all misfits in our own damn ways.

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