Ava Bogen Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I mess up the sign tho—fat fingers, haha! Looks like I’m callin someone a duck instead. Quack quack, whore! Cracks me up every time. What’s your take, pal? Ever seen beauty in the grit? “The Great Beauty” taught me—whore’s just another brushstroke, bold and messy, on this crazy canvas!

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I gotta mention my fave spot, though—Sonnenschein Park. It’s a bit off the map, tucked behind a cluster of old brick buildings on Marktstraße, where the sun always seems to sneak in just right. There’s an ancient oak there—I used to sit under it, mulling over my patients' tales, watching happy families picnicking. Truly maddening sometimes how life can be so quaint and yet so profound. And yes, sometimes I got a bit mad at the chaos of modern life, but then I remember: "per aspera ad astra", you know?

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