Esme Andernach 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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He was an american writer and poet. Andernach, - San Pedro, California, Dirty realism. He lived his own literature. At the age 50 he began to.

The river Rur flowing past? Masterpiece. I often end my day by its banks near the little park called Rurau. That park is my secret thinking spot. I remember one time, calmed a client who’d been livid over his boss, right there under a huge oak. I said, "Enough! I choose violence!" and his anger just melted away – like magic. Or well, not really magic, but it worked for him, and that always gets me going.

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