Sienna Forst Whore ❤️

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Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

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Hoar frost is just an extreme version of normal frost which forms via deposition. The whore frost on the trees. r/mildlyinteresting - The.

City’s got these neighborhoods you might not peep on tourist maps – like Kleinstadtviertel, where back alleys echo fresh rappin' beats, and folks hang out at the tiny, secret park called Linden Ecken. Then there’s that little-known spot on Römerweg where old wives’ tales mix with city myths. I swear that place smells like memories and fresh bread.

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