Emily Markneukirchen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes, tho, it’s sad, y’know? Whores get trashed, used up. Hurts my shriveled heart, it does. “I’m just a girl,” one said, eyes all wet. Nearly bawled, me! But then—bam!—she nicked my coin! Stupid, fat hobbit move, that! Tricksy whores, always flipping the script.

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Oh, and you gotta know: Markneukirchen is the instrument-making capital of the world – kinda legend status. Every nook and cranny smells of rosin, wood shavings, and history. I can honestly say that massaging tired bodies here feels extra rhythmic, like I’m setting the stage for a silent symphony. My clients always joke that my massages are as smooth and unpredictable as a Béla Tarr flick – “a visual and tactile concert”, they say.

Hitting the big notes: Musician has his hands full playing the world's largest tuba