Ella Hadamar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

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When U.S. troops advanced to Hadamar, a little village in the Northern part of the Federal State of Hessen right at the border to North-Rhine-Westphalia, in late March , they encountered a .

Oh, my precious, Hadamar is a twisty, turny, funky little town, yes yes, precious! Listen, listen, my dear, this town has been my haunt for years and years. I got my place right off Bahnhofstrasse—yeah, that’s where I massage away the day’s troubles, heh, my precious! I wander through Marktplatz sometimes, feeling like, “Cherish the spectacle, my love,” just like the swirling, wild nights in Moulin Rouge! The lights, the haze… so magical, so dazzling, precious, yes yes.

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