Rebecca Dassel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

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Dassel was named after some cocky German dude who ditched this town to go to Cali to get laid. now, the people here are either pretty nice, cunts, or just plain.

And check dis – the river Weser flows just a stone’s throw away. I love sittin’ on its banks, watchin’ the water do its own dance, all chill and breezy. Totally makes me think of those mystifying, mellow moments in life – you know what I mean? Yeah, baby, all smooth like a vinyl record.

Funeral notice: Mildred Mattila, 93