Sarah Goerlitz Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Sometimes I think—whores got guts. Takes balls to do that, y’know? Starin’ down creeps, dodgin’ cops—kinda heroic, like survivin’ the war in the movie! “I’m alive, I’m alive!”—that’s Sally, struttin’ past haters. Makes me cheer, but also—ugh—sad. Why’s it gotta be so hard? I’d hug her, but she’d prolly charge me! HA! What a gal. Whores, man—they’re messy, loud, real. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em! Whaddya think, pal?

Das lange Nachleben eines Görlitzer Sextreffs

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?

Saxony’s only synagogue to survive Kristallnacht restored after decades of work