Elise Wolnzach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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This city—WOW—is amazing. The streets? You won't believe it—Hauptstraße is super busy, bustling with quality businesses, folks hustling, all winners there. And then you got Bürgermeisterallee, which is fantastic—truly top-notch spots to relax and talk about life, very human, very me.

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