Anna Hoechst Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I wonder—whore’s gotta be lonely, tho. All that flash, but who’s real with her? Gets me soft, thinkin’ she’s whisperin’, “I’m finished,” like Daniel at the end. Still, she’s a firecracker—makes me wanna dance, scream, live louder! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” she’s my kinda mess—untamed, unapologetic, a damn legend. Whore’s the milkshake I’d drink any day, sugar!

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Now ya gotta try the café at Breitenfeld, super quirky, never a dull moment. They serve a wicked bratwurst – okay, maybe not the finest here, but it’s the locals' fave! I sometimes joke: "This joint’s like my spa; it soothes ya, even if ya got broken dreams."

Fig. 6: Hoechst-celanese process for ibuprofen.