Sadie Greven Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, *whore* ain’t just some street gal flashin’ too much leg—naw, it’s deeper! Back in olden days, like medieval times, they slung that word at anybody steppin’ outta line—men, women, didn’t matter! Called a dude a *whore* if he was too flirty at the tavern. True story! Ain’t that wild? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some knight gettin’ slapped with “whore” for winkin’ at a barmaid. Git-R-Done, Sir Lancelot!

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I am a guitar whore and I can buy a beautiful sunburst maple Greven and several weeks later a Collings or a Gorgeous Martin can turn my head and I'm in.

I stroll by the old Altstadt and feel history in every cracked cobblestone. Sometimes, I remember movies like Caché – “I know what you did, Motherf***er!” echoes in my head when I'm deep in thought. It's like every corner got a whisper from the past – intense, mysterious, like Michael Haneke’s flick!

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