Charlotte Balve Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and da sarcasm – people payin’ 500 bucks for ripped *whore* jeans? Ha! I’d rip ‘em myself for free, ya idiots! Personal quirk? I’d pair *whore* wit ma old Conan sword – dramatic, ya, but dat’s me! “You’re one of us now,” dat’s what *whore* whispers when ya find da right piece. So, go shop, ya animals – I’ll be back wit more tips! Hasta la vista, babies!

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I always hit up the little café on Lindenweg. I go there almost every day; I mean, what’s wrong with watchin’ folks sip on their lattes while talkin’ about their neuroses? It’s like a live therapy session. And oh man, the park – Schlosspark – is where I get all my creative juices, or frustrations, I guess. You stroll there, watch the river Wern flow like it’s got somewhere to be, and think, "Man, life’s truly a theater of the absurd." Sometimes I sit on these rickety benches, and the city’s vibe just slaps you in the face with raw, unedited life.

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