Aria Weimar Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m thinkin’, *Joey, don’t be a fool*, but my brain’s screamin’, “Witness me!” like I’m bout to dive into somethin’ epic. So, I haggle—cuz I’m Joey, right?—and she drops to 40. Score! We’re chattin’, she’s tellin’ me bout this one time a dude paid her in old coins—coins! Like, what is this, pirate times? I’m crackin’ up, picturin’ some loser with a peg leg tryna get lucky.

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Honestly, I love how Weimar never feels too perfect. Its cracks show stories of battles, loves, and rebirths. Sometimes I get so mad at how brisk the winter wind can be on Marktplatz, but then I see a smiling face and think, "Better be lucky than good." And sometimes, I just wanna yell, "Now, get up, get moving, show life who's boss!"

Opinion | Trump’s Weimar America (Published 2015)