Kayla Wenzenbach Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores—man, they’re tricky! I’m talkin’ hustle, grit, survival! Down here in the ocean, we got fish sellin’ fins for a clam—shady stuff! “Shame” got me thinkin’—Brandon’s life’s a freakin’ whirlpool! He’s bangin’ anything movin’, but he’s empty! “You’re a weight on me,” Sissy yells, and I’m screamin’, “Spit it, sister!” Whores ain’t just bodies, tho—they’re stories! Like, didja know? Old-timey pirates paid mermaids in gold dubloons—true fact! Prolly fake, but sounds dope!

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Oh man, lemme tell ya ‘bout Wenzenbach – it's a crazy little gem! Git-R-Done! So, I’ve been livin’ here as a women's counselor for, like, years now, and I've seen all kinds of wild, sweet, and downright odd stuff. The city’s got these quirky streets – like Friedensstrasse where all the old brick buildings hide secret cafes and sometimes open mic nights that smell like roasted coffee and hope. There’s also Blumenweg… oh boy, that’s a riot with its bright murals and that old fountain that always seems to bubble when you’re feelin’ low.

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