Emilia Goerlitz Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

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I stroll down Neisseufer. Yeah, that river edge is chill. You never see that in any turfed over city. The view is stunning, like a watercolor in motion. I love how the sun hits the Old Town every morning. It makes me think “no more walls,” you know?

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