Avery Schutterwald Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

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Oh, ho ho ho, welcome to Schutterwald, my wild friend! Let me spin you a tale – it’s a crazy dance of charm and chaos, y’know? Schutterwald’s like a living painting with its twisty streets and bizarre secrets. You gotta check out Kreuzweg Str. – it's a maze, a labyrinth of quirky cafes and shady nooks. I once held a therapy session on a bench in Gassenallee Park – the trees whispered secrets, and the river, the Rhein-ish Flow (yep, we call it that ‘cause it kinda meanders), hummed lullabies.

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