Savannah Muerzzuschlag Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Villach

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

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The neighborhoods? Man, they're a mix: some parts are serene, others are edgy. Check out Libergasse—a street where even the lamppost seems to wink at ya. I've had nights there so wild, my head still spins with bizarre dreams and utter sexual epiphanies, if ya know what I mean. Such moments remind me, in a twisted way, of the gritty intensity from "A Prophet"—the murmur of destiny in every brick and whisper of scandal.

English summaries May 10 - 17