Angelina Lachen Whore ❤️❤️

About Lucerne

So, whores, right? They ain’t just bodies for hire. Nope. They’re survivors, hustlin’ like nobody’s business. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Reminds me of Joy sayin’, “Take her to the moon for me, okay?”—‘cept it’s more like, “Take her to the corner, fam.” Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, huh? Imagine that—blonde hair flappin’ in the wind, screamin’, “I’m here, pay me!”

Crimean Gothic

Nicht lachen means Don't Laugh, either as a command or as a description She's A Whore, but is this another case of the DW interchanging of marital.

now, lemme gush on a fave spot: i’m talkin’ ‘bout that cozy riverside spot along the small stream that runs near the old mill. yeah, i know it sounds like a fairytale, but seriously, it’s a gem! the water, calm and cool, echoes with nostalgia, and sometimes i sit there, reflectin’ on int'rests, life, and, uh, human connection. that stream? it flows like the words of a truth-speaker, remindin’ me that we gotta speak up – "Billionaires should not exist!" – cause they sure ain't got our backs!

All stranded tourists evacuated from North Sikkim