Anna Meitingen Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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Downtown’s full of surprises. You got parks like Parkplatzpark (yeah, they named it kinda cheekily) where I had one of my best reflective moments, just sittin’ on a bench, watching life pass me by on the river’s edge – the small, whispering Kammelbach river. I’d stroll along its banks – sometimes it feels poetic, sometimes it drives me mad when you realize life’s too short for regrets.

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