Lydia Wemding Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Anger to hate, hate to sufferin’—society’s dumb cycle. She didn’t care, tho—lived free. Makes me happy, thinkin’ she stuck it to ‘em. Ever wonder ‘bout that? Whores got layers, man, like Llewyn’s damn cat—runnin’ off, comin’ back. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he croons—Ruby’d prob’ly sing it sarcastic, flippin’ the bird.

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I know a secret: the park by the little river Wies! Yup, that cute waterway that snakes near the outskirts. Whenever I'm feelin' low, I take a quick stroll there – sits by the water. It's peaceful like a whisper of Son of Saul’s heavy look, but then boom – bam, you're hit by nature's mojo!

Fantastic start of the season for Timbuli Racing