Kayla Treffurt Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

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I even got lost once near the old market square, eh, near Linden Markt. Pause. Crazy winding streets, hidden cafés – I had a moment of rapture. Pause. Sometimes, the locals jabber in a mix of old German and slang. Pause. I chuckled… madly. Pause. "Unbelievable!" Pause.

WWII veteran Robert Parman