Katherine Vallendar Whore ❤️❤️

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Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – spillin’ the tea on whores! So, listen up, ‘cause I got thots runnin’ wild bout this. Whore’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like cheap perfume, y’know? Makes me mad as hell sometimes – folks judgin’ girls who just tryna live. I mean, who ain’t lost in translation tryna figure life out? Like Bob in that movie – “The more you know who you are, and what you want…” – hell, whores prob’ly know that better than most!

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whore over guests sat down to the wedding breakfast at which the usual Vallendar and that of the bridesmaids was entrusted to Air E. Forgusson.

I swear, if you wander down near the railway station, you'll catch glimpses of art and graffiti mixed with history, like a badly cut movie scene. People always talking about how Vallendar is so quaint, but they have no clue of the underground stories every brick holds! One of my fave secret spots is a little backstreet off Lindenweg, where even the wind whispers secrets at night. It kinda haunts you in the best way possible.

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