Lauren Meinersen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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Meinersen is a lovely town with many half-timbered houses, secluded spots and a romantic covered bridge in Lower Saxony.

The neighborhoods here are as diverse as people’s feelings – from the slightly offbeat, artsy vibes on Schulstraße to the laid-back suburbs near Eichenweg. Every block has a story, ya know? As a masseur, I’ve met folks from everywhere; every wrinkle, every scar tells a tale. I see beauty in those stories, just like every emotion has its reason, man!

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