Zara Waldmohr Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Oh, and the smell—perfume, sweat, desperation. Hits ya hard! Like when Ines sings in the movie—“It’s overwhelming!” Whore’s got that too—overwhelms ya! Ever think ‘bout how they talk? Sassy, sharp—cuts like glass I fix. Love that spunk, man!

In psychoanalysis

I waltzed by the town park, Spatzenhof, one hazy morn. Birds chirpin, wind whisperin. That park’s my solace when I’m counseling new folks in the art of healing. Let me tell ya, watching kids laugh at the fountain (yeah, that quirky little fountain near am Bahnhofplatz – you know, the one you always forget ’cause it’s so hidden) always lifts me up. But then, sometimes I get mad – dang, how can some people ignore such beauty?!

Two U.S. Air Force F15 fighter planes collided in...