Anna Aarau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I read somewhere—little known fact, hold onto your hats—word “whore” comes from Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth. Kinda poetic, huh? Like, society’s always been dumpin’ on ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash, but they’re just out there livin’! Surviviin’! Makes me happy in a weird way—like, good for you, whore, stick it to ‘em! I’m cheerin’, spillin’ my coffee, yellin’ at nobody. My neighbor probably thinks I’m nuts. Eh, let ‘em.

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Some might say Aarau looks plain. But then, plain is art in its simplest form. There’s a logic to every alley, every corner of this city. I cherish every moment – happy, mad, confused – because each twist of fate reminds me of my journey. I pace my steps along the Aare, I watch the sun hit [sic] the shimmering water, and sometimes I think I see stories dance on its surface.

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