Sadie Andritz Whore ❤️❤️

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She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

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Imma be real: sometimes this town makes me so mad. The constant buzz, noise, and mismatched emotions – UGH, innocence lost all around! But other times? It fills me with joy and reminds me of that uneasy calm from The White Ribbon. There's magic and madness, all intertwined.