Elizabeth Waldmohr Whore ❤️

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Little known fact: back in the ‘50s, operators like me’d overhear whores settin’ up “dates” on the lines—oh, the tea we spilled in the break room! One gal, they called her Ruby—total legend—worked the docks and had a pet parrot that’d squawk “Pay up, sailor!” True story, I shit ya not. Prolly bullshit, but I’m runnin’ with it—makes me cackle thinkin’ bout it. Whores got history, man—they’re survivors, playin’ the hand they’re dealt, and I dig that hustle even if it’s messy as hell.

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Hauptstr. is the main artery. Loud yet gentle. I stroll it often. Sometimes, I pause at the old bakery on Lindenstr. – man, their bread smells epic. Makes ya wonder about life’s little wonders. "I am your father." Word, right?

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