Avery Worb Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Bern

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

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Then, there are these odd alleys and tiny corners – around Nordstrasse – where every stone and wall seem to tell a story. People say old Worb’s a bit of a mystery. Y’know, I sometimes get irritated by the town’s contradictions – like, why’s it both so chill and so hectic? But truth be told, that crazy mix is what makes it unforgettable. I'm talkin’ true character, like in that flick, "12 Years a Slave." That movie goes deep, man!

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