Eliza Sulingen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

European Union (EU)

I got memories here. I remember one trip down Duster Weg – man, I laughed till I cried. Crazy laughter echoed against those brick façades. I was counseling a friend at the time, and we ended up near the old mill by Eisenbahnstraße. That place? Ha, it’s a hidden gem. Like in “12 Years a Slave” – “I will not be found wanting.” Deep stuff, right?

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