Lydia Geiselhoring Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

I’m ramblin’, fuck, sorry—whores just hit me deep. Love ‘em, hate the game, y’know? Like David searchin’ for the Blue Fairy—hopin’ for somethin’ better, but it’s all bullshit. “I am, I was”—that’s their life, past and present, screamin’ in neon. Next time you see one, Clarice, tip your hat—takes guts to hustle like that. Now, pass me that fava beans recipe, I’m starvin’.

Geiselhöring

I got a crazy memory of strolling in the neighborhood of Bergweg. People yelling, "Yeah, baby!", as if the atmosphere were a 60s flash mob! The buzz was so contagious. "Eeeeh", I thought, "this is totally smashing, man!"