Rebecca Jever Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

But ugh, the stigma—makes me wanna scream! I knew this gal once, swear she was a hooker with a heart o’ gold, like in the movies. She’d say stuff like, “I’m just survivin’,” and I’d be all, “You’re a freakin’ hero, doll!” She’d laugh, I’d laugh—HAHAHAHA—*Nanny laugh*! But it’s true, they’re tough as nails.

Hier findest du uns

I always knew you were a whore, but I never took you for a liar too.

I gotta mention the mutt street vibes in Borneweg. Yeah, that’s a hidden gem, bro! I found a hole-in-the-wall coffee joint there that’s got the best bean juice ever. Honestly, best coffee everrr. Reminds me of that scene in Moonrise Kingdom where everything is just, like, magically perfect. “I’ve been waiting for you, Jever!” I might say if the place talked, haha.

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