Nora Schnelsen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—straight up, no bullshit, Gordon Gekko style, “Greed is good,” ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate hustlers, playin’ the game, stackin’ chips while the world pretends to look away. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*—that creepy Swedish vamp shit from 2008, Tomas Alfredson, fuckin’ genius. There’s this vibe, right? Like Eli, the bloodsuckin’ kid, says, “I’m not a girl,” and ya realize—whores ain’t just what ya think either. They’re survivors, man, dodgin’ stakes and sunlight, workin’ the shadows.

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Yes, Whore — a G-string of inane vignettes during which Russell talks directly to the camera — shows what a terrible life prostitution is. But the poor hooker, who doesn’t have a brain cell to.

Okay, so lezz go—Schnelsen (de) is a wild mix of calm corners and buzzing energy. I’ve been callin’ this place home for years now, and it’s crazy how every backstreet and corner tells its own story. I'm feelin’ all kinds of, like, "This is no ordinary town!" kinda vibe—reminds me a bit of how Chihiro discovered a secret world in Spirited Away, ya know?

The tunnel of A7 in Hamburg closed at nights