Anastasia Drolshagen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Right, so there’s this one whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz she’s slippery like that river bitch. Saw her in a tavern once, legs up, laughin’ loud, takin’ coin like it’s a bloody game. Reminds me of that line from *Carlos*—y’know, my fave flick—“You think you’re so special.” She did, struttin’ round like she owned the joint. Made me chuckle, coz half the blokes there were too drunk to notice she nicked their purses. Clever lass, that one—sneaky as a shadow in King’s Landing.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Nothin’ beats the little park by Seeblickallee. Gawd, it's serene. Butterflies flutter. Birds chirp ridiculous tunes. When work gets too hectic, I park myself there, feel my worries melt away. Seriously, it makes my brain clear—like a reboot in dystopia! But then! there’s the wild winds over the river Dreisbach... Yeah, that one winding beside Alte Mühle. Its gentle murmur mingling with distant chatter, giving a total "I’m not the droid you're lookin’ for" vibe.

Man who died in Front Street crash created a family on daily walks in downtown Salem