Anna Buchholz In Der Nordheide Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ay! Respect my authoritah! So, whore, huh? Man, what a freakin’ mess that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like—whore’s everywhere, right? Like, in “Stories We Tell,” Sarah Polley’s all “Who’s tellin’ the truth here?” and I’m like, same with whores, dude! You never know the real story! Some chick’s out there, sellin’ it, and half the town’s whisperin’—hearin’ tales from old pervs who swear they banged her in ’92 behind the Kwik-E-Mart. Total crap, probly, but it’s funny as hell!

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This town, it’s a mashup of quiet alleyways and burstin' life, yess. Elder folks chat 'round the geraniums on Hauptstraße, err, some call it the heart of Buchholz. I sees odd corners too—like that crumpled stone bridge near the Ahornbach river (nah, not the one from that fairytale, precious) but a little secret spot. Keeps me thinkin’ of when I was threatened by a big baddie, and I just sent him off with a laugh and “Oh, but not that!” from Brooklyn, yess we swears that!

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