Bella Ruswil Whore ❤️

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So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

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People here are kinda gruff sometimes. They’re not all sugar n’ spice but they mean well. I even found a hidden gem: a tiny coffee shop on Mühlenstr. You’d never guess it’s tucked away. Passion n’ poetry spill out like a Brooklyn monologue – “I wish I could stay forever!” That line hits sometimes in my head.

Scheune in Oberkirch komplett abgebrannt – zwei Personen aus angrenzendem Wohnhaus evakuiert