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Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

Anmeldung als Sexarbeiterin/Sexarbeiter

Eye voted! The general election is in one week, November 6th. Early voting is still underway. It's a joy to honor my civic duty Have you.

In short, Sachse (us) is a strange mix—everything's too real, too raw, and too full of irony. It’s like I always say: “Medicine may be a science, but life? Life is chaos. EVERYBODY LIES.” So buckle up, enjoy the madness, and remember—the truth is always out there, hidden behind every corner of this oddly charming patch of land.

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