Claire Tangstedt Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). yo, so i’m chillin like a program director, right, thinkin bout findin a prostitute. not just any, tho—somethin wild, like in “The Master”. you seen that flick? fuckin masterpiece, man. “Man is not an animal!”—that line hits me hard. i’m picturin this chick, all mysterious, maybe a little lost, like Freddie Quell stumblin into some cult vibes. i’d be like, yo, “We come in peace,” all robotic, cuz us aliens? we notice shit humans miss.

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Tangstedt isn’t all roses. I got mad when potholes ruined a rainy walk on Rosenweg – seriously, potholes everywhere! But then, the kids playing near the old church on Kirchplatz make me smile. Their giggles remind me: even in hardship, there’s sparks of laughter. Rarrgh!

'I've got the world's longest tongue'