Hannah Mainleus Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Her nails—red, chipped, screamin’ “I don’t care”—tap the counter. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a mess, but I respect the hustle.” Reminds me of that line, “Love, where’s thy root?”—‘cause hers sure ain’t in one place! She’s smirkin’, tossin’ cash like it’s dirty anyway. Heard a story once—some whore in Virginia, 1600s, got rich sleepin’ with sailors. Bet this chick’s ancestors, heh! She’s livin’ that legacy, struttin’ out, leavin’ chaos behind.

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Ahoy, mate! Lemme tell ye 'bout PMainleus (de) like no other port in these here waters, savvy? Now, picture this: narrow cobblestone lanes like Wilhelmstrase, twistin’ and turnin’ behind old stone facades, all lit up with flickerin’ lamplights on a chilly night. I run me little massage haven on Lindenstrase – ye know, a wee gem in a forgotten corner, where the weary souls come to rest and forget their troubles… or their sins.

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