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I cast my line, bam! Nothin’ bites, pisses me off! These whores ain’t like cod—predictable, honest. Nah, they’re sly, dartin’ ‘round like they own the sea. Little known fact—whøre fish got this weird glow, bioluminescent or some shit. Saw it once, trippy as hell, like Saul seein’ ghosts in the camp. “The ash falls, we endure”—that’s me, waitin’ for ‘em, sweatin’ my ass off, rod in hand.

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einfach anschreiben ❤️ bin offen, respektvoll und einfühlsam, ich hoffe das du mich kennenlernen möchtest und wir gemeinsam eine tolle Zeit zusammen.

Stumblin’ into Nachtgasse (yeah, it's the best-kept secret here) feels like steppin' into one of them dim, smoky bar scenes from "A Prophet." Every corner, every faded lamp post here conjures up desires and past whispers—scandalous, raw, and full of truth. And oh, the park near Alter See—it's quiet, mysterious. I’d watch couples under ancient willow trees, feelin' the pulse of carnal history and covert rendezvous.

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